MK Gantt Ministries

Several moments have triggered these thoughts. I shall not itemize any of them, and I will endeavor to be brief.

AI cannot replace the anointing of the Holy Spirit, neither in your study of, nor your understanding of the Word of God. A growing number of the servants of God seem more than willing to listen to the voice of a machine before they turn their ear toward the voice of the Master.

He can, and desires to speak to you of His Word and its meaning. It requires only an ear to hear.

I use AI. I use it to draw pictures. (As a matter of fact, I used AI to form the photo that accompanies this article.)

I use it to design a logo.

I use it to check my spelling.   

I do not turn to artificial intelligence to search the mysteries of the Godhead. Why would I use a glorified search engine to explain the cosmos, to try to comprehend the mind of the Creator God, or to lead me into a deeper walk with the unfathomable riches of wisdom found in  the omnipotent, omniscient, and all-powerful Ancient of Days? Why, oh friend, why would I exchange the anointing of the very present Holy Spirit for a mathematical algorithm written by a man? 

Friends, there are no short cuts to the heavens. There is no computer code that can reveal the greatness of God, that can comprehend his grace and mercy, or can lead me into His presence. No combination of ones and zeros has the ability or understanding to reveal to me the power of His shed blood, or the zeal of God toward man . . . His own creation. 

I have a computer.

Actually, I have several computers.

I carry one in my pocket.

I have one on the desk in my office.

And, I have one I carry on vacations, and truthfully, there is one in my automobile.

These machines have significant value, accomplish helpful tasks, but unfortunately, they also manage to steal massive amounts of time.

Not one of those machines can reveal the mysteries of God to me.

Not one of those devices can heal my wounds, comfort my heart, or quiet my troubled spirit. 

Not one of them can lead me to the cross.

It is a machine; nothing more. It cannot bend low, embrace my shattered soul, comfort my tortured spirit, or whisper into the deepest, darkest, loneliest parts of me, “I’m right here.”

And when you encounter a broken man, tortured by the beggaries of life, imprisoned by his own lusts and passions . . . your artificial intelligence will not rescue him from the clutches of the demonic jailers that hold him.  For that, one needs a very real and very present Savior.

Let him who has ears to hear . . . hear.