Ernest Clark’s Articles

Days are lengthening; the air is warming. The first signs of life begin to appear: buds on branches, daffodils in the garden, Easter eggs at the supermarket. The absurdity of bunnies laying eggs (whether chocolate, plastic, or hard-boiled) and the familiar...

I sat on one of the benches near the front of the little country church. The preacher that morning was one of my favourites; in fact, I had ridden from home with him that morning to hear him preach a sermon I had probably heard before. His message came through loud...

The scriptures are an extraordinary collection of writings. Written by dozens of prophets over the course of many centuries, they have, for more than two millennia, been read, rehearsed, memorized, and analysed by billions of people—sceptics, believers, and...

The mountain waited, still and silent behind a thick veil of cloud. Then lightning flashed from high above, thunder rolled, ever nearer, ever louder. The bellow of a ram’s horn emanated from nowhere, dominating everywhere. A pillar of fire, smoke pluming thick and...