Today, sawgrass grows over the graves of long ago eager pilgrims and the flow of the river washes over the place where Fort Caroline originally stood erasing all physical vestiges of a place called home by a people who only wanted to worship God freely, without the fear of government intervention. If it wasn’t for the PR apparatus of the politically correct, the story of Fort Caroline would be taught in American public schools today alongside the founding of James Town and Plymouth Rock. Even taught beside the oldest city in America, St. Augustine, Florida, which was established in 1565 by those same Spanish Conquistadors who martyred the first permanent settlers in America.
So vibrant was the Huguenots living faith during those few years at Fort Caroline and so thorough was their witness to the native Timucuan Indians it was reported by Nicholas Le Challeux in 1579 that the Indians "yet retain such happy memories that when someone lands on their shore the most endearing greeting that they know how to offer is 'Du fond de ma pensée' (Psalm 130), which they say as if to ask the watchword, 'Are you French or not?’" Martyrs are never given an opportunity to speak, after all they are the dead but on this occasion one could still hear the French Christians singing the Psalms 14 years after they were massacred. Hebr. 11:4 … and by it he being dead yet speaketh.
When in London book a visit to the Muesum of The Book where there are exhibited the Bibles of the French Huguenot Christians. Also found in the archives are the original 1592 first edition illustrations of the Timucuan Indians made by Theodor de Bry. More Book a Visit Back