Another TFAV update...

If you are interested in following another clip from my book, go back to my post of May 22, 2008. This part at the end of this post continues from the 5/22/08 post. Also, I took my book to Professor D. today and he said he should be finished reading it in about a month. He's teaching summer school and is one of the busiest guy's I know. That's why I'm so thankful that he has taken an interest in my book and has been so helpful to me over the past five years. I'm hoping that there isn't too much more to do other than grammatical editing. The book is so much tighter and flows so much better than the original piece that I handed him about four years ago. I'm very happy with it. Anyway, read the old post and come back to this post to read more. As always, I will keep you all posted on new developments.



John Winthrop and the Arabella physically brought Jonathan to this new land, but hope was what drew him here. Jonathan wanted nothing more then to be at peace with his soul and his God. The religious movement of the day gave him hope that a new beginning in a new land would give him the peace he desperately sought. A revolution of his soul is what he needed. A revolution of his drive and spirit beckoned fulfillment. There was a revolution indeed, but Jonathan was not prepared for the results of such a change.

In the midst of the Puritan revolution, Jonathan was born. On the other hand, it would be more appropriate to say, he died. On a ship crossing the Atlantic in 1630, they traveled to New England looking for what they called freedom. The Puritans wanted a better way of life for their wives and children, a place to live and worship without the dreadful persecution of the church state called England. A better way indeed, they would show the masses a pure England in this new land. They set sail in late March of 1630 from Lincolnshire, England with hopes and dreams of a land they could call their own. Jonathan, too, was looking for this so-called freedom.

He was a complicated soul. Early in his life he had left the Church, unwilling to be tied down to what he felt was hopeless tradition. He was excommunicated, which according to the Church meant that his soul was lost and his body would never return to dust. He was damned. Little did Jonathan realize the impact this would have on his life… his very soul. He went from job to job making a meager living. He had found work with a wealthy man named John Winthrop, who was a man of faith, wisdom, and means… of which the young man had none. It was simple, yet honest work, around the house and in the fields. One day, Mr. Winthrop came and told all of his laborers, as they were toiling in the fields, “I am going to the new land across the Atlantic. It will be a new world in which to live, work, and worship. It will not be easy, but any one of you who want to go and help me have free passage.” Many of the laborers were intrigued with the idea of a new land, a new beginning, and a fresh start. The young man had no idea just what a beginning it would be for him.