My early young adult life and career were shaped by my work with religious leaders of all types in the St. Louis region. It was from them that I received invaluable professional formation and found my voice. I miss my daily interactions with the Swamis, Bishops, Pastors, Imams and Rabbis. I miss my engagement with Protestants, Catholics, Bahai and lay leaders who daily felt called to a higher purpose of service to humanity. I miss my Mormon brothers and sisters who were often the first to raise their hand in service. I miss my Presbyterian and Episcopalian friends who spoke of and worked toward justice. I miss the lessons from the African Methodist Episcopal, the Christian Methodist Episcopal, the Baptists and the Missionary Baptists. I miss the sense of community that existed despite our differences. It is particularly difficult when we have weeks and months such as these. I miss the bridge that once allowed us to cross in love and return reinforced in that love for all God’s people.