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.

We would love to welcome you at our in-person service each Sunday at 10 am. 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. The weekly 5 pm service is  available on line after it is 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 if 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 and fifteen minute.. 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.

From time time we host lunches for people who are interested in learning more about our church and/or possibly becoming a member.  We are also happy to meet with you over coffee or at the church to explore and explain a range of topics about our church, from history, to theology, to membership. Click here to arrange a meeting with a Welcome Committee Volunteer or pastor or to set up a meeting and/or to learn when the next Welcome Lunch is planned.

Thank you for your interest in our church community.

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 or email Margaret Swanson, our Director of Children, Youth and Family Ministries..

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.

            

            “Fall is my dreaded season,” says Peter, my piano teacher and friend. I look over the piano lid and through a window revealing angled autumnal light illuminating red and orange leaves.

            “Why?” I ask him, somewhat surprised at this turn from his usual optimistic self.

            “Because everything is dying,” he replies. With a blossoming pride, Peter loves his garden, an overly planted yard of climbing roses and fruit trees.

            There are others, including me, who choose fall as a favorite time of year.  I walk through Volunteer Park ducking horse chestnuts raining around me while reciting memorized lines from Gerard Manly Hopkins’ Spring and Fall : “Margaret, are you grieving /over Goldengrove unleaving? . . . By and by, nor spare a sigh / though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie.”  Also, Robert Frost’s October: “O hushed October morning mild, / thy leaves have ripened to the fall;/ tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, /should waste them all.” Both poets rhapsodize autumn, its transformations and even nature’s temporary demise.  Both employ images and rhythms that lift my heart as a verbal symphony.  Try saying it aloud: “worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie.” That is Hopkins’ invented “sprung rhythm,” that dances between verses.   Margaret’s mourning of fallen leaves that Hopkins cleverly calls “leafmeal,” evokes Seattle’s November lawns where those leaves soak to slippery mush.  I see compost there, and surely October’s leaves raked with mowed grass fill my compost bin with the slow, burning nutrients of decay.  In March, I plow the compost stew in my garden, weeks before making rows for spinach and lettuce seeds.

            This October afternoon, I am planting daffodil and tulip bulbs.  The heavy box of bulbs I ordered late last November arrived this week.  I opened the cardboard box this morning, surprised at the hundreds I ordered, a bounty of optimism: optimistic that I would have the energy to dig all the necessary holes, sprinkle in bulb food, cover the lot and water.  Have you recently examined tulip or daffodil bulbs? They are plump, brown and flakey blobs carrying no clue to the vibrant yellow, delicate flowers they will create in spring. Is it optimism or denial that after my hours of effort voles won’t tunnel throughout for their winter bulb feast?  And yes, optimism and vision that next spring yellow daffodils will line the split rail fence, and tulips will pepper the square of soil by the crab shack, somewhat like confetti after a parade. Meanwhile, I have six chilly months to retreat inside to my poetry books for Wordsworth.

            In I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, the poet chances upon a hill of daffodils.  Wordsworth comments on their beauty and the joy it brought to him through despairing months: “For oft, when on my couch I lie/In vacant or in pensive mood, /They flash upon that inward eye/ Which is the bliss of solitude;/And then my heart with pleasure fills,/And dances with the daffodils.” Fall opens to months of the “inward eye,” when memory and optimism carry us from the falling maple leaves to the first green spikes that tell me those knobby daffodil bulbs I planted in October are coming through.  May they not jump the gun with a week of January’s “false spring” and shoot through soil only to be smothered with a February snowfall.

            The “inward eye” is a friendly companion when nature seems dying around us.  It helps us reflect on beauty we experienced during former seasons, as Wordsworth did.  But it also telescopes our imagined landscapes to next spring, next rebirth.For me, the first trillium is Easter to my soul, arriving in the same place due to no effort on my part.  Soon after will follow all (or most) of those daffodils and tulips, my good muscle investment in optimism.