In some of his writings, Percy Wills wrote this paragraph on missionary work as it is done on the west coast of Vancouver Island, B.C.

"On our west coast, particularly, a missionary cannot expect to live as city folks do. His life is filled with "blood, sweat and tears," and he is never far from privation. He cannot phone the fuel company and ask for oil to be delivered to his tank in the backyard, from whence he derives his heat. The missionary must often go out and cut the wood from the forest, lug it home on his back, and then set fire to it, after having cut it to the required size for kindling and firewood. No automatic thermostat, or fancy gadgets are at the end of his fingertips to do all the work without effort."

Such was the situation during his years ministering to the isolated population along the rocky shores of that coastline. He traveled by boat, or hiked a trail to visit the people in his parish. His purpose was to show them the love of God by his life of service and his sharing the Word of God with everyone he met.

Even though he is now dead, his memory is still honored by many who worked with him, heard him speak, or was the recipient of his help.

Percy Wills was my father. My book, "Forging Ahead for God" is his biography.