I am glad we don't live in an age where people are flogged on Main Street for misadmeanors, jailhouses are burned, and major criminals are hanged in the square at noon. Actually, our lives are peaceful, with little threat from crime, at least in the region where I live. I lived in Atlanta and Augusta for so many years that I have always had the habit of locking all my car doors and my house even in the day time, until just the last five years since I've been back in North Georgia. It becomes normal routine. But, just as easily, a sense of security becomes a routine as well.
For whatever reasons, people chose to come to the New World in droves. The new country was quickly settled into 13 colonies, with its own government. Freedom was a dream and they knew it took work. I was surprised to learn on the Virginia trip that the jails were not very much put to use. Instead the stocks and the whipping post were used to deter crime, so the errant settler could be put back to work quickly. There were no free meals and every worker was needed on the job. They didn't want to feed someone sitting in jail. There were no food stamps. The general welfare was to be assured by hardwork. I don't know where that changed. Now, welfare means survival for those who are not working.
Hebrews 11:32-40 And what shall I say more? for the time would fail me to
tell of Gideon, and of Barak, and of Samson, and of Jephthah; of David also, and
Samuel, and of the prophets: Who through faith subdued kingdoms, worked
righteousness, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, Quenched the
violence of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, out of weakness were made
strong, became valiant in war, turned to flight the armies of foreigners. Women
received their dead raised to life again: and others were tortured, not
accepting deliverance; that they might obtain a better resurrection: And others
had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and
imprisonment: They were stoned, they were sawn asunder, were tempted, were slain
with the sword: they wandered about in sheepskins and goatskins; being
destitute, afflicted, tormented; (Of whom the world was not worthy:) they
wandered in deserts, and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth. And
these all, having obtained a good report through faith, received not the
promise: God having provided some better thing for us, that they without us
should not be made perfect.
The history of Christianity is likewise filled with recountings of suffering and hardship like we have never known in modern days. I see similarities here, with those who are seeking and the hardships they face to reach their goal. Whether settler, vagabond, or pilgrim, they weren't satisfied where they were, and set off in search of a city, a better place. Yes, Christians are adventurers.