And thus shall ye eat it: with your loins girded, your shoes on your feet, and your staff in your hand; and ye shall eat it in haste; it is the LORD’s passover. — Exodus 12:11, King James Version.
Things were moving; no one knew exactly when, but it was time to flee. At any moment the signal might come. Leave this land. Oh, it has its charms, like potsful of stew and fresh cucumbers everywhere you look, but it has its dangers too. With the surfeit of food comes maggots.
Besides, it’s not your home. Leave this land. Start over. Start over in the land to be given you; you won’t recognize it, but it will be more your own than this one has ever been.
Be ready, for Death is coming even now. Pray that it will pass over you.
Be ready. Get your shoes on, tuck up your clothing so you won’t trip, hold onto your walking stick. No lollygagging, no dawdling. Hold your head up; watch for the beacon, listen for the call. Look alive.