Furnace: Roger Williams in EnglandXlibris Corporation, 2006 M06 16 - 481 pages LONDON, 1612. A dealer in cloth is being burned at the stake in a macabre ceremony of theological cleansing. He would be an ordinary man but for his willingness to die in extraordinary pain for his religious convictions. In the festive crowd stands a boy of nine--too young, some would say--to begin to comprehend the meaning of this judicial murder. But the impact of this burning will alter the boys life and sent him on an unrelenting quest for answers from his society. He is Roger Williams, future founder of Rhode Island, the sanctuary for those who would worship as they please. But it is still thousands of miles and a score of years before his thinking will take flight into the doctrine of soul liberty. The author evokes the stages of self-awareness as the young Roger gropes with doubts about the validity of a church-state collaboration. His orthodox father threatens to throw him into the street, and neither his parish church nor his schoolmasters are of any help in his search for a just and reassuring God. The random death of a beloved friend from the plague of 1623 so shocks him that he ascends an empty pulpit to admonish the Almighty. This rash confrontation does not go unnoticed by the bishops spies. From this moment he is a marked man in the eyes of the Anglican Church. But Roger has his friends as well. There is Chief Justice Edward Coke who exposes him to the world of power and who protects him from the fallout of his rashness; his brother Sydrach who introduces him to the strong waters of Dutch liberalism; and young sensible Mary Barnard who helps him back on his path after a disastrous love affair and who accompanies him across the ocean to a rendezvous with destiny. To Roger Williams belongs the honor of being the foremost advocate in the New World of the separation of church and state. For his stance in defense of religious liberty he was reviled and even exiled from his home in Massachusetts Bay colony. But how did the founder of Rhode Island colony as a refuge for non-conformists get to be the sort of person he was? This journey from a childhood at odds with father, schoolteachers and the church to the maturity of a self-possessed champion of religious freedom is carefully chronicled in this fictional autobiography. Because religious experience, more than abstract ideas, permeate the book, it makes no pretense to being a theological tract. It is instead a lucid and compelling account of a young mans climb to greatness in the confines of 17th century Jacobean England. The statue of Roger Williams stands next to Calvins in Geneva, but the central figure of this fast-paced, almost cinematic, novel, is no creature of stone. His mistakes were all too many, his self-betrayals all too frequent, but he clearly emerges as the complex, courageous apostle of non-conformity whom few of his contemporaries could tolerate, let along understand. History casts Roger Williams passionate defense of religious freedom in an age of intolerance as a landmark in the evolution of 17th century thought and practice, but this is a posthumous recognition, and the boy attending the fateful burning in 1612 could hardly anticipate where his path would lead. FURNACE takes us through the many intense confrontations that molded his revolutionary stand on the separation of church and state and helps us better to understand the relationship of our own church and state in the light of his spiritual journey |
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Page 74
... smile and said , “ Let's go , Rog . ” I didn't move . “ I'll be in the street , " he said , grabbing his coat . Mama threw a wool wrap over Papa's shoulders and took her place beside him as he slid into sleep . “ Be quiet going out the ...
... smile and said , “ Let's go , Rog . ” I didn't move . “ I'll be in the street , " he said , grabbing his coat . Mama threw a wool wrap over Papa's shoulders and took her place beside him as he slid into sleep . “ Be quiet going out the ...
Page 80
... smile that she gave first to Sydrach , then to Catherine and me , clustered on the steps , was a beneficence . But it was Catherine who spoke . " How can you be so cruel to Papa ? " she screamed , her face contorted with injustice ...
... smile that she gave first to Sydrach , then to Catherine and me , clustered on the steps , was a beneficence . But it was Catherine who spoke . " How can you be so cruel to Papa ? " she screamed , her face contorted with injustice ...
Page 94
... smile , " and then you will work in the store full - time toward admittance into the freedom of the guild . " Me , a merchant taylor ? I despised the trade , and he knew it . But he saved the best part for the end of the meal ...
... smile , " and then you will work in the store full - time toward admittance into the freedom of the guild . " Me , a merchant taylor ? I despised the trade , and he knew it . But he saved the best part for the end of the meal ...
Page 98
... smile . She must have noticed my surprise appearance , because she touched her doublet and said , “ Oh , this ? ' Tis my armor , my camouflage , against the dangers a woman can expect on the streets at night . ” " When I'm not there to ...
... smile . She must have noticed my surprise appearance , because she touched her doublet and said , “ Oh , this ? ' Tis my armor , my camouflage , against the dangers a woman can expect on the streets at night . ” " When I'm not there to ...
Page 99
... smile . “ We're all a little short these days , aren't we , Roger ? " " So why are you paying good money for all those maps ? " she said . " I wish you'd let me get them for you . ' " " " I appreciate that , " he said , forcing a smile ...
... smile . “ We're all a little short these days , aren't we , Roger ? " " So why are you paying good money for all those maps ? " she said . " I wish you'd let me get them for you . ' " " " I appreciate that , " he said , forcing a smile ...
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