

The Waiting Hour
Can you imagine what it was like of those collected masses in those last hours of waiting? I imagine it was some combination of feelings like a child’s Christmas morning combined with Marti Gras and gods knows what else …all on steroids . It was a collective birthday celebration for over three and a half million people who lived in bondage. But that moment was also sprinkled with healthy amounts of trepidation. It was not lost on any one slave that the date made have made