JOHN ROBINSON MAKES A CHOICE
“What will we do John?”
Bridget Robinson nervously ran her fingers over the rough edge of the dining table. They sat across from each other. John with his head in his hands while she nervously familiarised herself with the table top. John was quiet for a long time before finally lifting his head and looking at her.
He looked tired and he carelessly rubbed his fingers across his eyes before he spoke.
“I don’t know” he said shaking his head “I didn’t really…” he paused searching for the right words. “I didn’t really think it would come to this” he finished.
“We had hoped” he continued “that the King would champion our cause but now it seems that he desires to champion his own cause”
“And what is his cause?” Bridget asked
“Strengthening his own political power base” John sighed
In many ways James I was worse than the Queen before him. He was more wolfish in his aspirations. He had humoured the Puritan delegation that had presented a list of proposed reforms before him. He had listened to them before throwing out the entire proposal and immediately setting about clamping down on Puritan thought and influence more tyrannically than the Elizabethan parliament had done before him.
“He has empowered the prelates of the church of England to stamp out the slightest flicker of dissent. He will not reform the church, he cares little for anything outside of his own political gain”
Bridget’s hands stilled on the table and she quietly studied their worn lines.
“You refused to submit to the Bishops of the church?” she finally asked
“What else could I do Bridget?” John scraped back his chair and stood up, pacing restlessly in front of the fireplace. “How can I continue to submit to the authority of a church that is not only spiritually lethargic but, in adding insult to injury, refuses to allow it’s clergy to exercise freedom of conscience and independent thought?” he threw up his hands in frustration as he continued “I cannot! I cannot be a part of such a church!”
“So what will we do then? Will we be become separatists? Leave the church of England?” Bridget looked up at him questioningly “What are we going to do John?”
“I have been suspended” he said, turning his back to her and placing his forearm against the mantlepiece
“What?” Bridget’s voice crackled with emotion “How will we live? How will we put food on the table and care for the children?”
“I don’t know” John ground out resting his forehead against his arm “I don’t know…but I do know that I can no longer be silent”
Bridget fought back tears as she contemplated her husband’s slumped back. She knew he would not have made this decision lightly. It was hard to swallow nonetheless. John Robinson was a priest of the church of England. That was his job. It was that job that put food on the table and clothes on their backs.
This decision, to refuse submit to an authority that would not allow him freedom of conscience was an important one but it also effectively cut off their only source of income.
We will be destitute Bridget’s mind screamed hysterically.
“I will begin to look for work in the morning” John said quietly, raising his head “I hear there is a vacancy for the Mastership at St. Giles Hospital or failing that a vacancy to serve as city preacher” he turned to face his wife “Don’t worry my dear, we will think of something.”