For freedom Christ has set us free, shouts Paul in Galatians. He might have been trying to shout through the centuries just to reach Harriet's ear. Tiny, wiry, gap-toothed, following the North Star, she walked her way from Maryland to Pennsylvania where she had to stop and look closely at her hands and feel her face to see if she was really the same person free as the slave that set out from Maryland. Freedom made everything around her look like God owned it, not mere humans. So, of course, she went back to bring others to freedom. And did it again. Many agains. The passage of the Fugitive Slaves Act made Pennsylvania and New York dangerous so she walked people to Canada. She brought so many to freedom she became infamous, earning the name Moses. There were posters putting a bounty on her head, but Moses was surely a huge and cunning male. No tiny slave woman would have the strength let alone intelligence to bring hundreds into freedom. On foot. So she escaped notice, her invisibility extending somehow to those in her care. When the Civil War began she signed on as nurse and then as a scout and spy. And after the war she settled in a little house in Auburn, near the Finger Lakes, raising vegetables for herself and for sale. Frederick Douglass wrote her an admiring letter, saying her only reward for her heroic work had been the blessings and thanks of those she led to freedom. But I think she lived off freedom itself and that first magnificent taste sent her back again and again to share in and taste the freedom of others, her hunger unquenchable until the last slave was free. For freedom's sake God sicced tiny Harriet on the behemoth of slavery.