In September of 1620, on a tiny ship called the Mayflower, 102 passengers, most of whom sought religious freedom, set sail from Plymouth England for the New World. Sixty-six days later, in November, they dropped anchor in chilly Cape Cod. I’ve seen a replica of the Mayflower, and I can tell you right now it was no luxury liner. Two months is a long, long time to live among 102 people without a real bathroom or shower. There was no refrigeration, so the food situation was surely meager — at best. Sickness, sleeplessness, boredom, fear, anxiety…I cannot imagine.
Upon arriving in Massachusetts many who, undoubtedly, left England full of hope and faith didn’t live through the first winter. Surely all 102 had to wonder at times, “Was it worth it?”
Most of the men, women, and children aboard left the security of their homes in search of freedom to worship God. Today I read my Bible without fear of arrest or reprisal.
They risked their lives. I’m listening to worship music, that I chose, on my computer while I write.
They left all that was familiar, stepped onto a tiny ship into the unknown. I live in a country that’s incredibly blessed.
My 12th great grandfather was a pastor on the Mayflower. I’m a domestic missionary…blogging.
So, I’m thankful for a lot of things tonight – for my adventurous forefathers who, full of faith, followed the same God I do, and persevered. I’m thankful for the freedom we enjoy everyday – freedom to preach the gospel and talk about Jesus. I’m grateful for a husband who loves God, a roof over my head, devoted friends and family, a fabulous church, an amazing job…and freedom to eat fajitas for Thanksgiving dinner – because that’s what sounded good.
