Thankful for the Pilgrims
- Published November 26, 2009
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So we all learned the story of the first Thanksgiving, right? A bunch of Pilgrims on-board the Mayflower landed at Plymouth Rock in 1620 and set up a new colony. A year later, in 1621, they held a feast with the local Wampanoag tribe to celebrate the first successful harvest. Then after the feast, the men, in their funny black hats with the gold buckles, watched the Cowboys game while the women, in their bonnets, hurried off to go shopping. (OK, some of that may not be entirely accurate.)
But seriously, have you ever really thought about that story, about who the Pilgrims were? Dictionary.com defines a pilgrim as “a person who journeys, esp. a long distance, to some sacred place as an act of religious devotion”, and that’s exactly who the Plymouth settlers were. They were Puritans, English separatists who believed that the Church of England had become so tainted by politics and man-made doctrine that it was beyond reform. Many of them had initially fled England for Holland before joining up with another group of Puritans to settle in the New World.
This wasn’t an easy task. There were no guarantees that any of them would survive, and in fact two of the pilgrims died even before reaching land. Disease was rampant, food was scarce, the weather was extremely harsh, and there was always the threat of attack from the native tribes in the region. But they came anyway, not for financial gain — as those who settled in Virginia did — but because of their devotion to God.
And I have to wonder, would I do the same if I were them?
Would I have the courage and faith to put my family onto a ship headed for an almost completely unknown land halfway across the world, knowing that the odds of our survival were overwhelmingly not in our favor? Leave everything I have, everything I know to start over completely from scratch with virtually nothing on a whole other continent over 3,000 miles away? And do it all, not for the chance to strike it rich, but because it was what God was instructing me to do.
Honestly, I don’t know if I could. I don’t know if I could let go of my house, my car, my stuff, my safe and comfortable life and trade it for an uncertain and potentially disastrous future. And not just me, but choose that path for my wife and daughters, too.
Oh sure, I can serve where I am. I can give without really having to give up. But could I — would I — get on that ship if God asked me to? I’d like to say yes, but I really don’t know.
Many of the separatists didn’t. Of those who fled England for Holland, only a few dozen made the decision to emigrate to the New World. Most stayed behind in the relative safety of their new home. And yet, those who did go, those who did act on their faith would end up establishing one of the most important settlements in modern history.
So today I’m thankful for those who followed their faith, those that chose God over everything else. And I hope that one day I would have the courage to do the same.
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