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March 26 – “Every Body is Beautiful”

March 21, 2023 by el

Dealing with body image issues is a common experience. Countless factors contribute to it, and experts offer suggestions for navigating the difficulty. As a community that acknowledges everyone’s dignity and worth, we celebrate the beauty of all of our diverse bodies. That’s the topic of our 11:00 service this Sunday, prompted by Transgender Day of Visibility (March 31) and applicable to people of many identities. Rev. Steven will speak. You’re invited!

View the Order of Service.

You can attend this service in person at the Fellowship or online via Facebook Live Stream. To attend via Facebook, click on: https://www.facebook.com/events/2370381323130524/ and then click on “Watch Live Video. You don’t need a Facebook account to access.

Filed Under: 2023 Sermons, Sermons

Justice Spotlight on Accessibility

July 21, 2022 by el

By Georgia Lance, UUFF Member since 1995

One of the distinctions UUFF is proud of is being a welcoming congregation. We had discussions, attended trainings and had speakers on the issue of being an inclusive congregation for LGBTQ+ people. Some of us would like to add the distinction of being a welcoming congregation for folks with disabilities. Several of us have recently formed a working group to attempt this very task. We are hoping to raise awareness, educate and help fellow members find simple ways they can help in making people with disabilities feel welcome in our fellowship.

I’d like to give a shout out to Gene Vinzant for listening to our concerns about aisles being left clutter fear and wide enough for those of us in either walkers or wheelchairs. I’ve seen great improvement in this area these last couple of months.

How to deal with service dogs is an issue I witnessed during our annual Pride Service. We had two women, one in a large electric wheelchair, with good sized service dogs, trying to cram themselves into a narrow space. It would have been a simple matter to have removed two chairs from the row behind them and give them enough space for their service animals. I suspect if anyone had offered to do that for them, they would have been very grateful.

Another disability issue we have in our congregation is both children’s and adult religious education is located downstairs, which is inaccessible to those of us in walkers or wheelchairs.
The sidewalk located on the lower level requires walking down and back up a steep incline, which is not possible for many of us. In a nutshell, the lower level of our building is off limits for some members of our fellowship. I have seen mothers carrying their children up and down the steep staircase because the children are unable to walk the stairs.

This past Sunday, three of us did a physical audit of our building and grounds, using materials from UUA, to see what is working in our building and what isn’t. We are hoping to help people understand that access for people with disabilities is a social justice issue along with the others our denomination has championed over the years. We are also hoping others will join us in exploring ways we can become a welcoming congregation for people with disabilities.

Filed Under: Beacon, Justice

We’re in the news, again!

April 4, 2022 by el

Special thanks to our inspiring guest during the April 3rd service, trans singer-songwriter Skylar Conover, who shared with us her story and music. UUFF and Skylar were featured on the evening news!

View the segment:
NWA trans woman shares her journey through music (KNWA Fox 24)

Filed Under: Beacon

Local church supports Ukraine by learning and singing Ukrainian National Anthem

March 9, 2022 by el

UUFF and our very own music director extraordinaire Renée Janski was featured in local news Channel 5 for showing support to Ukraine by singing the Ukrainian National Anthem during Sunday service. Watch the news clip below:

(You can also head over to 5 News online to view the video.)

Filed Under: Beacon, News Media

View a sermon clip from the February 6 service “No Half Saviour”

March 1, 2022 by el

Filed Under: Beacon

August News from the Board – including Annex Property Vote Results

August 25, 2021 by el

At the July 29th Board of Directors meeting, we planned the August 1st Congregational Meeting that was held after service via zoom. Meeting purpose is to present the findings from discussions with building inspectors, realtors, architects and an engineer that led us to propose that UUFF sell the Annex Property in order to provide funds in the coming years to repair and maintain the main Fellowship building.

At the congregational meeting, Leanda explained the details of the inspector’s report on the Annex building. Elizabeth reviewed our current financial status, and Joe gave an overview of the options available to us at this time. Fawn sent out informational emails/paper mailings as appropriate (as some members are unable to use internet) with paper/online ballots to vote.

According to our By-Laws, a two-thirds majority vote by UUFF members is required to sell UUFF land or buildings. As we discussed in the congregational meeting on August 1st, the Board proposed that we sell the annex property and earmark the proceeds from the sale for maintenance of and/or improvements to the main building. The recommendation by the Board to list the Annex Property for sale came after 2+ years of discussion and careful study of UUFF’s financial situation and our current needs and from recognizing (following a thorough professional inspection report) that the annex building, as it stands, is not only unfit for use, but is a liability and safety hazard.

Of our 100 verified UUFF members, eighty-nine (89) total voted – with seventy-nine (79) voting to approve listing the annex property for sale, four voting to not approve, and six abstaining from voting. Sixty-seven (67) votes were required to pass, so the proposal has passed.

As discussed during the congregational meeting, this listing/selling process will be handled thoughtfully, and the Board will explore the different options carefully in consideration of our UU principles.

Thanks to everyone who voted.

Burnetta Hinterthuer, Board President

Filed Under: Beacon

Analysis of Needs and Preferences After Rev. Jim’s Retirement

May 12, 2021 by el

The Ministerial Transition Team (MTT) has finished their analysis of UUFF needs and preferences for proceeding after Rev. Jim retires on June 30th.

The MTT, under the leadership of Kate Kowalski, worked diligently to prepare these recommendations, and we are confident that they reflect the will of the membership and that they can be carried out. A Search Committee is forming and will develop the plan to find qualified candidates who are able to carry out these identifiable responsibilities. MTT based their recommendation on input received from UUFF members from the survey and focus groups, and from conducting a thorough review of UUFF’s overall financial picture.

The final review presented to the Board on April 22, 2021, revealed that:

  • We will be hiring a contract, part-time minister in the coming months; until that time, the Chalice Team will continue to provide services by using our talented staff plus gracious volunteers who have kept our services strong throughout the covid crisis. Yearly funds for guest ministers and musicians are available as needed.
  • The minister will be expected to provide two full-length sermons a month plus attend one additional service, carry out administrative duties including attending Board meetings, staying in contact with the Chalice Team, plus providing pastoral care and other related activities.

We are so grateful for the great work performed by the MTT and their delivering the final recommendations to us as soon as possible.

Burnetta Hinterthuer
UUFF Board President

To read the complete MTT analysis review document, please CLICK HERE.

Filed Under: Beacon

Gratitude Moment with Kate Kowaski

November 18, 2020 by el

Kate-Kowalski-headshot

A UUFF Gratitude Moment, shared during service on Sunday, November 8, 2020.

My name is Kate Kowalski and it is an honor to be invited to share some reflections with you today.

My first visit to UUFF was last year right about this time. I recall being moved by an inspiring Gratitude Moment that was shared and feeling the warmth and connection of this wonderful Fellowship. My family and I had just arrived in Fayetteville following our move from my home state of Wisconsin. My husband, Steve, had recently started a new position at the University so was becoming engaged in the campus and broader communities. Our daughter, Maggie, and I arrived several weeks later having never even visited the area. We weren’t sure what to expect, but were excited to start our new life. Our daughter, Natalie, was away at school in Illinois and she, too, had never been to the area.

One of the first things I did when Steve was first considering the job was to check to see if there was a Unitarian church in the area. Since I wasn’t planning to return to work, at least not right away, I knew I needed a source of connection with like-minded people. I had been attending the First Unitarian Society in Madison for a few years so knew it was the type of community I was in sync with. I was thrilled to find that there was indeed a UU church, although little did I know what a perfect fit and wonderful source of connection it would turn out to be.

Like many UU’s, I was raised in another faith tradition and, over the years, found my way to Unitarian Universalism. In my case, my spiritual journey began in the Catholic Church.
I attended Catholic grade school and received the sacraments most young Catholics receive…reconciliation, first communion, and confirmation. Steve and I were also married in a beautiful ceremony at the church on the campus of Marquette University. My Catholic roots run deep. Both of my parents were raised in devoutly Catholic homes and attended parochial schools. My dad had been an altar boy and my mom a novitiate in the convent of the School Sisters of St. Francis in Milwaukee. This is an order devoted to education and healthcare. She joined after high school, having attended Catholic grade schools and high school. But, as the time neared for her to take her final vows, my strong, courageous mother had determined that this wasn’t her life calling after all. So, she made the difficult and painful decision to kneel before the Mother Superior and explain that she had decided to leave the order, that she wanted her life to take a different path. I recall my mom saying that it was one of the most difficult things she ever had to do. She would go on to graduate with a degree in nursing from a small Catholic college operated by the same order of sisters she had just left. While she determined that life as a nun was not for her, she remained connected to the School Sisters of St. Francis for much of her life. She became the first lay Director of Nursing for a nursing home run by the order, and later, both she and my dad worked in leadership roles for a private psychiatric hospital also operated by the School Sisters of St. Francis…my mom in nursing and my dad as the pharmacist.

So, I grew up being in frequent contact with many of the sisters of the order. These interesting, accomplished, and competent women with odd names (Srs. Ellinda, Hugh, Beattis, Gothard, Pierre, Zachary, and others), were frequent dinner guests at our home and a few even looked after my brother and me when our parents went on a trip while we were in middle school. In fact, I remember my brother and I somewhat embarrassingly walking around the Wisconsin State Fair in the early 1970’s with Srs. Gothard and Zachary, garnering interesting looks as we explored the midway with them dressed in their habits.

The other notable thing I recall about these women is that they all held leadership roles at the hospital where my parents worked…administrator, assistant administrator, director of nursing, purchasing director, and the like. And yet, as women, they were marginalized within the structure of the church. Even as a young person, I was keenly aware of the male dominance and patriarchy of the church, and it never made sense or felt comfortable to me. As a result, I wasn’t sure the Catholic church was the right fit. Still, the connection was strong.

My first experience stepping out of the Catholic tradition and moving towards Unitarian Universalism came during my mid 20’s when I decided to give the First Unitarian Society of Milwaukee a try. I attended a few services and took part in an adult spiritual development series, and while I strongly connected with the principles on an intellectual level, it felt like something was missing. I missed the ritual of the mass.

In the meantime, other life events including a move to Australia, my return a couple of years later, meeting and marrying Steve, the birth of our daughters, work, and other commitments would take priority. Steve and I married in the Catholic church and decided to raise our girls in the faith. We did so, however, never intending that they would agree with or adopt all of the teachings, but rather as a foundation from which they would question and even rebel in order to sort out their own beliefs. They both participated in religious education through 8th grade at which point we gave them the option to decide whether to continue. You won’t be surprised to hear that both had determined that Catholic teachings weren’t consistent with their worldview, and neither decided to continue towards confirmation. The timing of this also coincided with the emerging recognition of the systemic nature of the sexual abuse crisis taking place and being covered up in the church. The devastating realization of the extent of the abuse was impossible for me to reconcile.

It was at that time that I decided to again give Unitarian Universalism a try, this time at the First Unitarian Society of Madison. FUS had a structure to the services very much like those here at UUFF that included enough ritual to satisfy the need I previously missed. It wasn’t long before I came to realize that I found a spiritual home that resonated with my core beliefs around equality, human dignity, social justice, democracy, and openness of thought. This was reinforced after I participated in FUS’s version of the new UU class and learned more about the principles and sources that serve as the foundation of the faith. It was difficult to leave, but I was comforted knowing that UUFF would be here when I arrived.

So, while I certainly felt some nervous twinges on my first few visits to UUFF, it wasn’t long before I felt welcomed and engaged. Attending a few ARE sessions definitely helped and solidified for me that I was in the right place. In fact, I spoke so positively of my experience that it wasn’t long before Steve decided to join me. He, too, quickly came to feel comfortable and at home.

While UUFF is a smaller fellowship than either of the two I previously attended, I immediately came to see this as something very positive. The intimate nature of UUFF allows for a level of connectedness that larger environments aren’t necessarily able to foster. And, the genuine warmth, friendliness, and commitment of the membership can’t be overstated. I continue to be impressed by the dedication of the many volunteers who work together collaboratively to create the inclusive and spirited environment here at UUFF, even in these extraordinary times. I applaud the effort of so many to keep us engaged using Zoom for services, religious exploration, chalice circles, the anti-racist book group, and other group activities.

Volunteers are vital to the life and spirit of UUFF and everyone is encouraged to share time and talent in whatever capacity they are able. As UUFF’s volunteer coordinator, I welcome your participation in any of the activities listed in the recent stewardship letter, or in other ways that fit with your interests and abilities. Feel free to reach out to me with questions or if I can be a resource in any way. Of course, financial contributions are also critical to UUFF’s ability to thrive, so all are encouraged to pledge as they are able.

I don’t know what my mom would think of me choosing a UU path, but given that she herself was a progressive-minded woman known to think for herself, I’m confident she would be happy that I have found a loving, open-minded, critical-thinking, and welcoming liberal spiritual home. Thank you all for so warmly welcoming Steve and me to this wonderful community and for allowing me to speak with you today.

Filed Under: Beacon, Gratitude Moment

We Carry Them With Us

November 4, 2020 by el

Leanda holding a picture of her grandma

2020 Gratitude Moment, by Leanda Gavin.

Leanda holding a picture of her grandma
A picture of my grandmother (far right) and her children, sometime around the early 1950s. My mother, Rickie, is the tallest child next to her on the right. The middle child is my uncle, Jackie, and the smallest is my aunt, Peggy.

Geneva Adams Curry was born in 1922. She was Memaw to her family and their close friends.

A child of the Depression era, she had a deep appreciation for plentiful food and minimal waste. She kept a cabinet filled with old washed cool whip containers, mayonnaise, and pickle jars; even though she had a regular dish collection large enough to feed a small town. Many Sundays, she did indeed, cook enough food to feed the equivalent.

Beyond this, though, she was not like other grandmothers that I knew. She was, to be cliché, a bit of a force of nature.

She liked algebra and played basketball as a teenager at her one room schoolhouse deep in the wooded river bottoms of southeast Arkansas; an unusual combination of interests to indulge freely in for a girl in the 1930s.

This never changed. To my memory, she always did do just exactly as she wanted.

She and I, and later my second son, shared the genetic anomaly of red hair that obeys no law of gravity in its natural state, gifted to us by an ancestor no one could recall.

She married my grandfather, Leck, very young. Together they worked all over Arkansas, until they came back home to settle and begin a commercial farm operation together. When my grandfather died quite suddenly in the early 70s; my grandmother did not sell out or hire a farm manager. She singlehandedly ran that farm until she retired about 25 years later. And for a few more years yet, she was still a regular fixture by my uncle’s side after he bought it out.

black and white photo of a couple from the 1930s
Geneva and Leck Curry soon after they married, probably sometime in the late 1930s

I can vividly remember driving up the road to see my grandmother, well into her 80s, using a wooden fencepost to wedge out her riding lawnmower stuck in the muddy mess her front yard would become after the river back-flowed into the hundreds of creeks, sloughs, and waterways the entire county melted into long after the storm was gone.

She, unlike my mother who had converted to a Jehovah’s Witness as a young adult, was a devout Methodist.

The dynamic of my family that existed then was that of debaters. We argued all the time; sometimes good-naturedly, sometimes heatedly about all things mundane, most of it probably, none of our collective business.

The first time we ever argued over something real though, my grandmother and I; I was an adult or close to it. It would become a defining moment in my life.

There is something in the deep south called “homecoming;” (I’m not sure this is a thing in other places, it’s not the football version). All the churches in the community come together at the local cemetery to do a dedication service. People come from out of town and there’s lunch and all that.

The community I grew up in is a large rural area and most folks are related in some way or another. So here, it’s at least two different denominations, and all the churches alternate having their own ministers preside. This particular year, it was the Methodists’ turn.

Also, this particular year, sometime in the early 2000s, these Methodists’ had their very first ever, female minister.

I worked at the local general store at the time, so I heard just about everything that went on in every corner of the community, including the grumbling about the “lady minister down at Union.” This was not something that was too much on my radar. I was probably 19, not a Methodist, nor did not I belong to a church that participated in homecoming. I did pay attention though, when the grumbling started to turn to a bit of a mutiny. Though I don’t know the exact sequence of events from the beginning to the end, the results had the female Methodist minister bow out and defer to one of the male Baptist ministers that year, to keep the peace.

When I came to visit my grandmother later as I did most afternoons, I vaguely snorted from behind the newspaper I was browsing my disdain that the Methodists had backed down. Then, I probably jokingly questioned how she (my grandmother) let a thing like that happen.

leanda family photos collage
My grandmother on the farm. Top picture, about 1985 (the baby is me); bottom right mid 1990s; and bottom left around 2000.

I nearly dropped the newspaper when she vehemently defended the rebuke from the wider community. She believed the minister’s gracious step-aside was the least she could do; and I could tell that my grandmother’s general opinion of this lady as the leader of her own church was just barely palatable. Our ensuing argument wasn’t pretty, and I marched back home across the road, doors slamming, furious, about my grandmother’s shockingly outdated position that did not even concern me.

Except, it did.

I had already started to wrestle with my complacence in the life I had chosen. I had made the decision to live my life as I had been raised, as a Jehovah’s Witness, even though my private thoughts and beliefs often conflicted with traditional teachings. But here, my future children would have an enormous, heavily involved adoptive family. It was a little weird to the wider world sometimes, but it wasn’t a bad way to grow up in my limited perspective of the world then.

To complicate things, I was expecting my oldest son, Connor, about this time though, and the reality of the how I was comfortable raising up another human was quickly fracturing away from the life I had decided was best for him when I was a young teenage girl.

When I was around 17 years old, the weather took a neurotic swing one day, as it commonly does in that area. It came on too quickly to outrun. We were all each other’s only neighbors down an isolated country road: myself, my grandmother, and my uncle’s family. We all gathered at my uncle’s to wait it out.

I watched my grandmother stand on the end of my uncle’s porch, hands on her hips, chin up, eyes narrowed, long after everyone else went to huddle inside. There she stood. Even after the hair-raising sound of thousands of chickens, who seemed to know what was coming and had been screeching in unearthly unison, abruptly cut off in a single second. After the chickens quieted, the eerie silence and stillness that followed still did not sway her. She stood there as the silence was engulfed in slow motion by a roar, and the funnel spiraled into view from the river bottoms to the south. She watched calmly as it began to snake its way around the edge of the property, skirting the buildings where the chickens were housed. She stood there, in that place staring down at that tornado, until it snaked its way past the chickens just missing them; and as it began closing the distance to halfway between the chickens and where she stood.

So, my grandmother, with no fear of the natural world, never one to back down, independently successful at running a farm and a family, who would outlive 2 of her 3 children, always quick to tell you exactly where you stood, studied her devotional texts over breakfast every morning, had been taught, and still believed; that in some fold of the universe that she and half of the world were lesser-than.

It is not something I would in good conscience, ever pass on to my children. Though my path here to UUFF had many starts and stops and winding turns; this single argument with my grandmother was quite possibly, the spark that lit the fuse of the version of myself that ended up here.

I am grateful.

I am grateful for this Fellowship and the company of others who have sought their own paths in a community where all our individual roads wind and intersect as they will. I am grateful to live in a progressive piece of a largely less progressive state and proud to be part of a community that values people as they are. We are lucky to have each other here, UU communities become much harder to find outside of the largest cities in Arkansas.

Our community has evolved into something new since last March, and will continue to do so through at least May of next year for the safety of all. Even so, we still retain many of the same expenses that we had while meeting in person. The building and grounds still need to be maintained, the utilities need to operate to support our staff, who in turn still need to be paid. Their work may have changed slightly, but it has not stopped. If anything, it has become more challenging to navigate church in this brand-new world.

They have all adapted beautifully and have done spectacular things to bring us these services and other aspects of a “normal” fellowship experience. For them, I am grateful.

Joe Euculano and Ines Polonius are heading up our Annual Stewardship Drive this year. I also have a heavy amount of gratitude for these two, because this is a lot of work and organization. Please touch base with them if you have any questions about the pledge drive, or if you don’t, you can simply mail your completed forms to Fawn in the office.

I think of my grandmother often. She was many things: a mom, a wife, a farmer, a grandmother, a great cook, a cancer survivor. She loved rocking babies, fishing, crocheting, her cat(s), traveling, and being outdoors. She was not perfect. And even as her skeleton began to crumble within her, and her heart began to tire, and her mind begin to fade in and out, the Geneva I always see in my mind’s eye is the one I remember standing on that porch, staring defiantly down at a tornado as if she could will it to dissolve into placid wind right at her feet. She was no one’s inferior.

For her existence, I am grateful.

And although I cannot say that the person that my mother was when I last knew her at 16, or that my grandmother was when I last knew her at 27, would be proud of the person I am, the lifestyle I lead, or the children that I have raised today; I am fine with the knowledge that they might not be.

The gifts they have left me with transcend any disagreements we may have had when our bodies and minds were alive together. Through their values and actions, intentional or not; they left me with a spirit of independence, a deep love of free thought, and the value of knowing the difference between what is easy and what is right.

It is this way with those that we love. They may love us back or they not. They may lift us up or fail us. They may support us unconditionally, or they may hurt and disappoint us in deep and unfathomable ways. They may do all these things simultaneously. Just as we, ourselves, may do to this to others.

These collective experiences, whether we embrace or rebel from what those we love have passed on, have made us who we are. We carry them with us in this way. Sometimes it is painful. But for all of this, I am grateful.

close-up of leanda's grandma
In memory of Annie Geneva Adams Curry 1922-2013

Filed Under: Beacon, Gratitude Moment

Singing “Thank-you” from the Marshallese: Kommol tata!

September 16, 2020 by el

Marshallese singers in UUFF sanctuary singing thanks

As many know, we have a large population of Marshallese from their Island nation here in NWA. They came to escape the old, continuing destruction visited on them by U.S. nuclear testing, and todays continued environmental degradation of their islands. Many came to work in the NWA poultry processing industry, and they have stayed a cohesive cultural people while slowly integrating into Arkansas life. With Covid-19, and the poultry industries careless attitude towards its workers, the Marshallese were hit hard by the virus. It spread from workers to the community with heartbreaking results in sickness and deaths, and economic disaster. Albious Latior, a Marshallese community organizer who has spoken at UUFF several times about his people, reached out to NWA churches and non-profits to get help for his people, and the results have been gratifying. Pastor Clint Schnekloth of Good Shepherd Lutheran and Albious put together a highly successful fundraiser to aid Marshallese families. We as UUFF, and I assume a number of UU individuals, contributed to this effort, so we were thanked with this wonderful performance in our Sanctuary.

There is a lot more to be done to help the Marshallese and others affected by this pandemic, and we’ll step up to do our part as individuals, and community. And we appreciate that when a community like the Marshallese is grateful for help given, they will share such a wonderful thank-you in song! Kommol tata!

Filed Under: Beacon, Minister's Blog, Music Tagged With: Marshallese

Dec 30- Endings and Beginnings – Burning Bowl

December 30, 2018 by el

a lay led service

Filed Under: 2018 Sermons, Sermons

Dec 23 2018 – The Music of Winter

December 23, 2018 by el

with Ren Pasco

Filed Under: 2018 Sermons, Sermons

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