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Andrea Sielaff with the Resilient Leaders Project argues that, for long-term sustainability in ministry, we need to regularly step away and recharge.

On the text.soul.culture podcast, Shauna Gauthier talks with artist and community organizer Nikkita Oliver about her formation, her work in Seattle, and the difference between natural and forced resilience.

Heather Casimere looks back on her journey to Seattle and the work of deconstruction that comes before growing new foundations.

We recently wandered from classes and meetings to watch the demolition of a familiar landmark across from our building—here’s the video.

Heather Casimere writes about how Black Panther opened up space for her to visualize, celebrate, and draw closer to who she is and where she comes from.

As we near the end of our Lenten journey, Dr. J. Derek McNeil, Senior Vice President of Academics, reminds us that the challenges of the wilderness are part of the quest toward transformation and the call to collective healing.

Shauna Gauthier sits down with Smruti Desai (MA in Counseling Psychology, ‘09) to talk about Smruti’s therapeutic work, primarily with people of color, and about the decision to take what she learned in Seattle back to her home state of Georgia.

This week on text.soul.culture, Dr. Derek McNeil sits down with ÌìÃÀÊÓƵ’s new president, Dr. Craig Detweiler, to talk about his journey to Seattle. Craig shares about some of his formative experiences and reflects on what drew him to ÌìÃÀÊÓƵ.

In the first episode of our new season, Dr. Derek McNeil and Nicole Greenwald look back on Season One, talk about how this podcast is evolving, and reflect on the thoughtful discourse that is at the heart of text.soul.culture.

As we continue to settle into 2018, Heather Casimere writes about how the Pacific Northwest’s wildness renewed her desire to pursue the work of healing and growth.

My paternal grandfather was a great man. He was a flawed man, of course, but he was great. Broad-shouldered. Brown-skinned. Staunch-faced, yet quick to grin. He loved strong. Faithed-wide. One of the things he was, was a longshoreman. A few weeks ago, I attended a play with some friends. It took place in the old […]

This fall, I began my fourth of six semesters at ÌìÃÀÊÓƵ and simultaneously found that many expectations of where I’d be at this point in my life were fully falling apart. A year ago, I’d left behind a community of warmth, color, sunshine, and acceptance for a place that often felt ambivalent towards a brown (stranger) surrounded by mostly white (people) and gray (skies).