Freedom, Oh Freedom; 36 students, professors and guests, prayed and walked on the 11th  of April, 40 years after King was slain. Two by two, like the diverse animals that were called to cross the bridge between dry land onto Noah’s Ark, the NYTS community crossed the bridge between Selma and Montgomery.  I walked with the breath of our ancestors on my neck.   Peacefully covered with the protection of a male Haitian Minister to my right, I walked with a mother and son behind me, with a white brother from London, a brother from Ghana, and an African American sister (who escaped from the South as a former domestic), in front of me.  The songs we sang , echoed across an expanse of muddy water underneath us. As we passed the broad sign with Edmund Pettus’ name  stretched across the center of this bridge, we  shifted to get around a young, hooded  African American man who stared passed our entourage.  My steps were accelerated by the news that the tip of justice had slightly begun to move with Zimmerman’s  arrest for the fatal shooting of our nation’s son, Trayvon Martin.

The short distance between the beginning of the bridge to the other side was lengthened by the stories we have heard on this Civil Rights journey.  We have been touched by  lives that have been lost and the flames that have been fanned by the blood stained steps taken by others who have bravely crossed bridges over troubled waters. By the time we reached the other side, my grandmother’s voyage on a ship from Puerto Rico had shaken the base of the bridge; and my uncle’s inability to cross the forbidden bridge between Cuba and the United  States had swiftly stirred the muddy water swirling under my ordered steps.

“NYTS is the hyphen between the Word and the World” illuminates the bridges we facilitate for women and men called by God from the far corners of the universe. As a Seminary community with learning experiences ranging from  the blood shed in Selma; to the challenges felt in Korea; building bridges in  Africa; creating new opportunities in Latin and South America; advocating a living wage in New York City and transforming the lives of women in the city, the nation and the world; new bridges are always being built and crossed in our midst.

Wednesday, April 11th ended in a United Church of Christ  Church where we were graciously hosted by one of our graduates; Debra Goldwire, members of collaborative faith communities, Dr. Moody-Shepherd’s brother Ben, and civil rights survivors.  Our lovingly prepared  sumptuous feast,  was accented with the prayers that were lifted, the songs that were sung and the provocative testimonies that were shared.

By the end of a very long day, many bridges of self reflection, poignant memories, and future bodies of troubled waters to be crossed, stretched in front of our renewed minds, bodies and spirits. Two hours after the midnight hour, I fell asleep with the songs of my past behind me and the roads of the future in front of me.  I could feel the power of the Holy Spirit  at the frontline of my dreams for a new day.