No matter who you are, or where you are on life's journey, you are welcome here at University Congregational United Church of Christ. Young, old, sure of your path, or still searching --- we invite you to join us in imagining love and justice - as Jesus did - in acting to change the world.

Right now, during the pandemic, we are still united as church. You are welcome to attend our in-person service at 10 am each Sunday. A digital service is also offered on line on Sunday evening at 5 pm. Our service is streamed on YouTube and Facebook. You will find the links just below this section on our home page. Weekly services are are available on line after they are initially presented on Sundays..

We strive to walk in the path of Jesus, and to offer an authentic welcome to everyone who walks through our door or joins us online. If you are new to us, we would love to get to know you and answer your questions about our church, even though we cannot greet you in person. A member of our Welcome Committee, or a pastor, would be happy to correspond on email or talk with you on the phone. Click here to arrange for a meeting.

Our in-person worship service starts at 10 am and includes hymns, prayers, scripture reading and a sermon. It usually lasts about an hour. During the 10 am service we also offer live-streaming to a nearby room that offers those with compromised immune systems to be more isolated. We also offer a separate space for children, with supervised play and crafts during the 10 am service. Sections of the 10 am service are programed into the 5 pm digital service, which is offered as a "vespers."

Children are an important part of our community, and are welcome for all or part or the service.

UCUCC Parking Map

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Parking can be a challenge in the University District! Persistence, patience and an early start are keys to success.

UW has free parking on Sundays. Enter the main campus gate at NE 45th and 17th Ave NE and turn left past the toll booth. It's about a three-block walk to the church. The UW Meany Garage at 15th Ave. NE and NE 41st St. is a five-block walk.

The church also owns three parking lots - Lot A is across the street from the church on 16th Ave. E. Lot B is beneath Sortun Court, just north of the church on the east side of 16th Ave. E. (It closes at 2 p.m.) Lot C (for those with difficulty walking, young children and visitors) is at the corner of 15th NE and NE 45th St., next to the church.

If you need to be assured of a close parking spot, you can call the church office before noon on Friday to reserve one: 206-524-2322.

During this pandemic, we have discontinued our in-person lunches. We would love to meet with you via email or phone, however. Click here to arrange a meeting with a Welcome Committee Volunteer or pastor.

We can explore and explain a range of topics about our church, from history, to theology, to membership. Please contact us at the link above for more information.

We are an inter-generational church and strive to be family-friendly, with an active ministry for children and youth. All ages are welcome in worship. We also offer nursery and child-care, Younger children begin the 10 am service with us and usually leave after about 15 minutes. Older children have the option of leaving for a special sermon time. Junior high and high school youth meet at 9 am and then often sit together in worship. Give us a call at 206-524-2322 for more specifics.

Our programs for children and youth continue during this pandemic. Sign up at the bottom of the home page to receive our Children's Ministries and/or Youth Ministries newsletter.

Hearing Impaired: Our sanctuary has an induction loop system that uses the T-Coil mode of your hearing aids. You can get the necessary equipment just before entering the Sanctuary on the right or ask any usher.

Visually Impaired: We offer each Sunday's program in large print for easier readability.

Wheelchair Access: The front entry is wheelchair accessible as are the rest rooms. Please don't hesitate to ask for assistance.

[I’m interrupting the serialization of Estimated Time  with a pre-Easter resurrection story.]

I know it’s not necessary for me to say that there have been a lot of changes in the past three years. We all know that and yet, I don’t think any of us really gets it or will get it until about ten years from now.

In the same the way we now have a deeper understanding of 9/11 and all the changes it brought, we will understand the past three years  differently in 2032.

Right now we are still deep in the soup of the COVID pandemic, racial reckoning, insurrection, climate change and genocide. Not to mention our own personal losses and changes. Many of us are just trying to keep our heads above water. It’s not that there were no joys amidst the sorrows, it’s just that on balance, the sorrows outweighed the joys.

I mention all this to try to explain why last week a depression settled over me like a huge, muddy, wet, black Labrador dog who has romped in roadkill. A Lab with uncut claws and serious flatulence. A Lab who has not only cavorted in carcasses but ate them and is now sitting on my chest breathing in my face.

It was in this very state that I found myself in Central Market, hoping no one would notice this Dog of Depression. I was looking for a particular kind of salt and even though it was clear they were out, I found myself rooted to the spot, staring mindlessly at the tarragon, thyme and turmeric. Suddenly, to my left, appeared a woman. She was a good looking grandma, her gray hair in a topknot, nice sweater, sleek trousers, flat shoes. She was muttering under her breath and touching all the spice bottles.

I shifted under the Black Dog and found myself saying, “What are you looking for?”

“Juniper berries!” she said.

“Ah, yes. They are hard to find. I’ll help you.”

“No, they are out.”

I pushed the Dog’s face away from mine and said, “But I am A Finder of Things!” I went through every bottle on every shelf and, because I knew she couldn’t, I squatted down to look on the lowest shelves. No juniper berries. I sighed heavily and said, “The other place I’ve found them is Whole Foods on Roosevelt.”

“Roosevelt? I don’t where is Roosevelt.” I totally understood this. You can live in a place for thirty years and just never go to one part of town. For me, it’s Ballard. You may as well tell me to find a store in Salamanca, Spain than to direct me to somewhere in Ballard.

I had juniper berries at home. Perhaps I could take some to her house. I looked at my watch—doctor appointment in one hour. “Where do you live?”

“Shoreline.”

Maybe I could put some in the mail. “When do you need them?”

“Tomorrow! I’m curing salmon. For Easter.” She looked stricken.

I felt the Black Dog dig its filthy claws in me. “I’m sorry,” I said. “They are hard to find. That’s why when I do find them, I buy a lot of them.” And then the thought occurred to me. I did buy a lot of them—a plastic bag full. “Oh, I know! One more place!”  I heaved the Dog off me and sprinted around the corner.

I skidded to a stop at  the Bulk Foods aisle and I heard her yelling, “Wait! Where did you go?”

“I’m here!” I yelled. “Ah-hah!” And there they were. A giant glass jar full of juniper berries. She took the jar off the top shelf because I couldn’t reach.

“Oh, thank you!” With a huge smile she clapped her hands to her cheeks and then came toward me with open arms. But I think she noticed I was wearing a mask and then thought the better of hugging me. I would have welcomed it. I would have hugged her back. For a long time.

Because of her, because of helping her do this one, tiny, little thing, the Black Dog was nowhere to be seen. He had run off—probably to the Meat Department. I was so grateful to her. My eyes filled with tears but I managed to give her a smile and brightly say, “Happy Easter!”

“Happy Easter to you!”

Once again it proved to me that in reaching out to others, we ourselves are healed. In helping a sister seek, what I needed, I found.

And so I went on my way, without my sought-after salt which I know I will discover somewhere else because—I am A Finder of Things.