By: Amy Nut
July 31, 2014, I entered the campus of Gammon Theological Seminary through the gates of the Interdenominational Theological Center. I began to breathe, and my heart started beating rapidly. With my husband, John’s hand held tightly in mine, we walked the campus. We were greeted by Reverend Sandy Hall, assistant to the President of Gammon, Dr. Albert D. Mosley. The July day was warm and full of typical southern humidity, but I felt the winds of change blowing all around me. John and I whispered to one another, as if, not to disturb the sacred spirits that communed around us, of the gentle peace and electric energy we felt.
I remember the feeling of being completely enthralled with the idea of sharing a theological journey with five other denominations: The Baptist School of Theology, Turner Theological Seminary, Phillips School of Theology, Charles H. Mason Theological Seminary, and Richardson Ecumenical Fellowship. This concept was new to me as I had never heard of a United Methodist Seminary being connected to an Afrocentric ecumenical . The only one in the world, as I would later learn.
As if I needed confirmation, when I saw the sign of motto for Gammon, “Light, Freedom, Truth, be ever these our own; Light to seek the Truth, Freedom to make it known; Our work, God’s work, Our will, God’s will alone”, I felt God’s will confirmed for me to attend Gammon. As I was a little late in the game to sign up for the Fall semester of 2014, I did find myself registered for the Spring 2015 semester as a Distance Learner. I had found my freedom in a physical, existence of brick and mortar tightly tucked away from the chaotic rush of downtown Atlanta, GA. This began my journey to seek to understand how God was leading me on a path to seek a Masters of Divinity. Something that I had thought was unobtainable for a little white girl from Chickamauga, Georgia. A little girl who felt a calling from God to preach at the age of eight years old, as she watched her daddy preach Sunday after Sunday in the Church of Christ.
The real discovery at Gammon has been finding a freedom in being the woman I was created to be. I am a woman who is ever aware of who is missing at the table, I look for the least, the last, and the lost, perhaps because for most of my life, I felt lost without a voice.
Some people might see me walking the campus of ITC, and think “that little white girl must be lost”, but walking this campus I have found myself. I found myself, because my brothers and sisters of ITC, did see me. They not only saw the color of my skin, but they found the truth of my heart. I was found because I was trusted to see the hearts of others. I was found because, the ITC staff, facility, and students worked to have God’s will become their will. In this light of truth, I have found freedom in living out God’s will. In God’s will alone, I am a proud student of Gammon looking for others to join me at the table.
I will walk the ITC campus, once again on July 31st, as I have every year since 2014 to celebrate my birthday. This year I will walk onto campus as a Middler, resident student with a plan to graduate Spring 2020. I walk on the campus ready to help find the least, the lost and last, because it is a big table, with a big feast of grace and joy. A table big enough for everyone!