Harriet Tubman and the God Who Parts the Waters

In the winter of 1851, Harriet Tubman stood at the edge of the Choptank River in Maryland, ice forming along its banks, slave catchers somewhere behind her in the dark. She had every reason to despair. The route north had been compromised. Her contact had vanished. She was alone, exhausted, and responsible for eleven souls huddled in the frozen reeds behind her.…