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. Our service is streamed on YouTube and Facebook. You will find the links just below this section on our home page. New services are offered weekly at 10 am on Sundays, and are available on line after that.

We strive to walk in the path of Jesus, and to offer an authentic welcome to everyone who walks through our door. 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 worship service starts at 10 am and includes hymns, prayers, scripture reading and a sermon. It usually lasts about an hour. Right now we are worshiping online and will adjust this message once we are able to meet together in our sanctuary once again.  More information here.

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 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 felt crazed by COVID, the state of our nation, the vomit puddles at my bus stop and of course—the election. So Monday afternoon I got down on my hands and knees and planted hope.  I buried 150 daffodil bulbs in our back lawn. By mid-spring we may not have a new president, we may not have a Corona virus vaccine, but by God, there will be beauty in our backyard!

With every hole I dug I said a little prayer—for hope. And for what am I hoping? That whatever the outcome, I can walk the path that Jesus has laid out for us: one of compassion and love and understanding.

This is no small request because what I really want to do is run around shouting, “Vanquish the Mad King!” and/or curl up with a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups and eat myself into a hyperglycemic coma. I want everything to be easy and simple: I am right and They are wrong. But the Truth about a situation is often complicated. I had to think about this.

Every time my shovel hit the earth,  I dug deep into my own beliefs about the “other.” You know the “other”, the one who disagrees with my views and seems to live in a completely different reality. And my digging revealed that I hardly think of these people as people at all! Ugh. This was a terrible revelation. I was participating in the polarization of which I’m so critical.

I felt ugly inside.

I almost stopped planting. There was already so much ugliness with this project: the “lawn” which is really moss and weeds; the hard dirt and hidden rocks, my leather gloves coated in mud; my backyard which looked like farting moles had a frat party.

Then there is the bulb itself: a wizened curl of papery brown skin at the top; weird, curly hairs coming out of the bottom. (Yes, I realize if we live long enough we’ll all look like that.) But we know that out of this ugliness great beauty is born. This is not a new analogy.

I felt ugly because I knew that often I avoid disagreeing because I don’t know how to differ graciously. I’m still learning to say, “Wow, I see that so differently.” I’m still learning to listen to what I find distasteful and then ask sincere questions. I wasn’t taught this growing up. In my family it was either, “You agree with me,” or “You’re an idiot.”

“Still learning.” Those are words that indicate change is possible, growth is coming. Those are words that can promise beauty, like my bulbs.

Here are the varieties I planted: “Unsurpassable,” “Fortune” and “Dutch Master.” (I had to buy that last one since I’m married to a man with a Dutch last name.) Those first two names seem prophetic so I’ll put them together and predict that I’ll have “Unsurpassable Fortune” this spring. But I know that such splendor will arrive only after a bleak period of darkness and cold, during which it seems there is no change, growth or life. But then at last hope sprouts, grows and blossoms! There will be beauty—no matter what.

It’s just a matter of time. Daffodils—and democracy—require patience.