As someone who once aspired to the ministry and remains interested in matters of faith and religion, I was rather tickled to see that Noah’s Ark had once again been discovered. I am a columnist, and in a recent survey of the daily doom-scroll, I ran across the headline: “Archaeologists discover boat-shaped mound that could be NOAH’S ARK in Turkish ruins.” My fellow writers have often dismissed the website offering the story as sketchy, but bless my soul, the armchair religious scholar in me could not help but click on it. Why? For the same reason that people indulged in “Ancient Aliens” or why I used to faithfully settle into my easy chair and tune in to “MonsterQuest” every week. I was not expecting to be edified but entertained for an hour. Think of it as mental Twinkies. No nutritional value, but plenty of fun. I was not disappointed to learn that archeologists had found a mound containing “clayey and marine materials and seafood.” I suppose the mound could be the ruins of Noah’s Ark. It could also be the remains of an ancient Turkish food truck.
The discovery of Noah’s Ark makes the lower-tier headlines now and then.