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.

After weeks of being quarantined in her apartment, I have to coax my mother  out of the building to take a walk. It’s funny to me that after two weeks of listening to her complain about being, “cooped up” and “in jail” she is so reluctant to come out. I don’t bring this up because she can’t remember two weeks ago. She can’t even remember two hours ago.

I wait outside for her because I’m not allowed to come in. COVID restrictions. She eats three meals a day brought to her room and the only movement she does is from her recliner to her bedroom or to her bathroom. She has gotten very fat. Finally she comes waddling out.

She used to walk around the building several times but because she is so out of shape now and unsteady on her feet she does not go out by herself. She is afraid to go “too far.” I have to convince her that the walk down to Green Lake is the same distance as walking around the building. I know we are supposed to be six feet apart but she cannot walk without holding on to my arm. So I give her my arm and we set off.

I take deep breathes because I have deadlines and due dates rising up and staring me in the face. And here we are walking Toddler Speed. But unlike a toddler who points out dogs and ducks and birds, my mom sees nothing and says nothing. I’m the one who says, “Oh, look at the trees—what color! Have you ever seen the lake so still? Those geese are enormous!”

It’s not that she can’t see or talk, it’s more like she has no enthusiasm for life. Her doctor told me that the social isolation has been devastating for the elderly, especially those with dementia. For sure her dementia has gotten worse since March.

We are walking so slowly that it’s painful to me. I look at my watch. We are not even to the coffee stand yet—one-hundred feet! More deep breathes. Finally we get close enough for me to say, “Mom, would you like a cup of coffee?”

“That would be nice.” She plops down a bench and I run to the little coffee bar.

They allow in only two people at a time.  I wait outside. The couple inside are debating about whether they want a latte or just drip coffee. A tall or a venti? I am wearing an analog watch and I swear I can hear it ticking.

I finally get two small drip coffees and bring them back to Mom. She thanks me and then we sit. I point out the colors and the stillness of the water. Because she is a painter, I used to say, “Wouldn’t you love to paint that?” But then it became clear that the question just upset her because she knows she will never paint again. She can’t remember how to mix the colors.

So instead I talk about the coots, mallards, Canada geese and strings of adorable pre-schoolers toddling by.  She says nothing. Finally she asks, “What are those shiny pants women wear? You can see every bulge and crack. They’re horrible!” I explain about leggings and she just shakes her head.

We sip our coffee in silence. Everything she does is in slow motion and I find myself jiggling my leg impatiently. I force myself not to look at my watch. Then amid the ducks quacking and kids laughing I hear a voice from deep inside me. You will never regret this time.

I know the truth of this so deeply that I gasp. She looks over at me and I cough and say, “Went down the wrong pipe.”

“Drink slow.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and absorb as much of her “momness” as I can. We sit for a while longer until she declares she is done with her coffee. She gives me her cup which is still half-full and I throw it away.  She takes my arm and we walk back at Mom Speed—the speed of a tear.