I am man enough to admit my own faults when it comes to things I have done wrong and positions that I have held that I no longer believe to be true. I am young. My stances have changed a lot over the past few years. Not many of them are theological; most are moral or about my attitude towards things that I don’t fully understand.
Examples of this include things like AI, my calling, reading, and art. I didn’t always believe AI was bad. I can see good in the use of AI for admin, project organisation, language learning, and research assistance. I used to believe that AI-generated writing wasn’t bad either, because I thought that as long as the knowledge gets transmitted, it doesn’t matter how. I was wrong about this utilitarian view, and I can admit that; I have been guilty of this.
I have talked about my mistakes when it comes to reading fiction before, and I can now also say that I didn’t get Art at first, but now I love it and can’t get enough of it. Art has this amazing way of embodying thoughts, feelings and truths in a visually appealing way. Art has also been a notice board of history in some way. The signs, elements, and style are all expressions of moments in history and the philosophies that informed them.
I think in some way the Church’s sacramental signs have a similar function. They embody more than just what can be seen at first glance, and an informed observer is able to take away more from them than the uninformed. This brings us to today’s devotional passage of Exodus 24:1-11 on the mountain of Sinai.
If you’re new to The Altar of Moriah, welcome! My name is Corné Gieselbach. I’m a theologian, author, and Chair of the Undergraduate program at TheosSeminary, with a PhD candidacy in historical dogmatics beginning this October. I publish every week on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Paid subscribers receive every post; this includes Academy posts and devotional posts. Free subscribers receive weekly Wednesday essays. If this piece resonates, consider subscribing to support the work.
