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After two decades on the western coast of Japan, the Rev. Patty Christiena Willis and her partner moved to the borderlands of Arizona/Mexican border. The complications of life on the border drew Willis to study for the ministry and in 2008 sheenteredEarlham School of Religion, a Quaker seminary in Richmond, Indiana. From 2010, her theater work, Man from Magdalena, has funded over $150,000 in micro-loans to Central America and Mexico. She served a UU congregation for six years in Salt Lake City, Utah and beginning in the fall of this year, she will be serving a congregation in Prescott, Arizona.

Dreams and Visions: The Holy Mountain Ahead
October 17, 2020 – 9:34 pm | Comments Off on Dreams and Visions: The Holy Mountain Ahead

In mid-March, as news of the pandemic began sweeping our country, our congregation closed the doors of our building and began meeting online. Each week, I recorded three short videos to encourage our relatively aged …

The Courage to Crack Open the Melting Pot: Turning a Bland Potage into a Spicy Stew
February 14, 2020 – 1:13 pm | Comments Off on The Courage to Crack Open the Melting Pot: Turning a Bland Potage into a Spicy Stew

by Patty Christiena Willis

Many times I have heard people say, “The United States is a melting pot.” Those words have always been spoken with a positive facial expression.  What do they mean?  Why would I …

How Can Our Table Be Big Enough for All?: The Feast of Christ’s People and the Church Potluck
July 30, 2019 – 1:51 pm | Comments Off on How Can Our Table Be Big Enough for All?: The Feast of Christ’s People and the Church Potluck

by Patty Christiena Willis

I remember sitting with a vegetarian friend at a Japanese restaurant.  When she ate a bit of shrimp that had been fried in batter, she spit it out, right there, and said, …

Poem
July 24, 2019 – 2:50 pm | Comments Off on Poem

In the Stillness

by Patty Christiena Willis

They say you speak in the stillness,

I have known that.

There are days when 

all I hear is my heartbeat

and the rush of body fluids

the sound through stethoscopes like

the sound …