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 – and 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.

She was receiving antibiotics because she has a chronic disease. She had just started graduate school, but kept having to stop out because of her hospitalizations and of course—COVID.

She was from a foreign country and deeply missed her family. Her health condition would not allow her to make the long plane trip home. Her family couldn’t come visit her because of course—COVID.

Her depression was serious, not just a passing mood. Since I had known her she’d been on suicide watch at least twice. Like many young people who have been chronically ill all their lives, she was small. She was also pale and blonde and looked like the merest breeze could blow her away.

I stood in the doorway of her room, rubbing sanitizer all over my hands. She greeted me as if I was there to do a nasty job that had to be done—like exterminate rats. She didn’t even look up me when she said, “All my friends are happy and bright. I feel like I’m a sucking black hole.”

I knew that social work had been in. Psychiatry had been in. Her doctor had been in. We had talked about her spiritual beliefs before and I pretty sure they hadn’t changed in ten days. So I decided to take a risk because sometimes a girl just wants a superficial, frothy conversation.

“I love your blouse!” I said.  “You always have the cutest tops.”

“Oh, thanks.”

Then we talked about manicures, food delivery, pampered dogs and hair styles. We discussed glasses: plastic or wire frames? Leggings or skinny jeans? She kept getting perkier and perkier. Anyone who heard us talking would yank my chaplain credentials immediately.

I decided it was time to get serious. I pulled out my phone and took a deep breath. “I confessed to my husband that I have a crush on someone at work,” I said sighing. She looked shocked.

I looked as ashamed as I possibly could. “You know that fish tank in the waiting area on 6 Southeast?”

She nodded, never taking her eyes off me. I knew what she was thinking: “Is the chaplain in love with the guy who cleans the fish tank?”

I flipped through my photos and looked longingly at one before thrusting the phone in her face. “This guy!”

“Oh, my God!”

“He’s cute isn’t he?” She started laughing. I tried to look hurt and said sternly. “This is a Longhorn Cowfish,” I said. “I can’t take my eyes off him. But one of the nurses told me he is mean and pokes the other fish with his horns.”

This made her shriek with laughter. Hooked up to three different I.V. bags she sat there in bed giggling away. I waited until her chuckles subsided.

“You know,” I said. “I understand you feel like a black sucking hole, but you really aren’t. You carry so much Light. You really do.”

She was quiet and then said, “Thank you.”

“Although I’m super sorry that you are in the hospital, I have to tell you, when I see your  name on the list I can’t wait to see you. Sometimes the other chaplain and I argue over who gets to see you.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Thank you,” she said again but this time her eyes filled with tears.

I really do believe we all carry Light and sometimes our job isn’t so much to bear light, but to help others uncover their own.

Almost everyone is a little depressed these days. Racial strife, a polarized election and of course—COVID. It’s as if we’re all lanterns and our glass has become dirty and opaque. So we do what we can to help one another shake off those layers of grime.

It’s the least—and the most—we can do.