This blog is about the story of my family here in America. We arrived in the 1630s as Puritans, and became the common folk of the New World.

What the Puritans thought of Easter

Like Christmas, Easter for the Puritans was just another day. But in order to understand what that meant to them, you have to know what an ordinary day was for them. Every day was a celebration of a loving God and His Son who died to bring eternal life to all of mankind.

And like modern Christians today who strive to follow Him more nearly, it didn't show much. Theirs was not a world of ceremony and display. Like all Protestants, their speech was plain, their clothes were plain, their churches were plain. In the 1600s the idea of an ordinary person being able to read a Bible was still fairly new, following on the translation from Latin to German by the first Protestants. And although my ancestors would have scorned the King James Bible, because they didn't like King James, they would have been reading a similar modern translation, such as the Geneva Bible, which had been translated to English.

The idea that the Word of God could speak directly to them, in a language that common people understood, must have seemed like a miracle. And after centuries of the Word of God being essentially locked up in a secret language that could only be read by priests (Latin), it had become one of the greatest *best-sellers* of all time, and still is.

I like to think of my ancestors as watching the sunrise on Easter morning, and thinking of a loving God. Which is what they did every day.
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