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.

 

He was sitting up in bed with a bandage around his swollen hand and an I.V. running into his arm. I introduced myself as being from the Spiritual Care department. He motioned for me to sit down.

“So what brings you to our fine establishment?” I asked.

“Hamster bite!”  I just nodded trying to picture what a hamster bite looks like. Could you even see it? “I had just cleaned out Nibbles’ cage,” he explained.

“Hence the name, “ I said.

“No, no, it’s because of the way she eats! It’s adorable.”

“Of course.”

“I finished cleaning the cage and was putting her back in when she bit me!”

“Maybe you missed a spot.”

“Ha! She can be so picky. That sassy girl won’t eat carrots! What hamster doesn’t like carrots?  Anyway, I didn’t think much about the bite. I washed my hands and then went out and was working in the yard. You know, you gotta rake leaves before they become mush.”

I nodded in admiration since the leaves on our driveway had already turned into fermented gruel.

“Then I pulled a few weeds.”

My God who pulls weeds in November? His yard must be amazing.

“The next morning my hand was swollen and red. And painful! So I took Nibbles next door and then asked my neighbor to take me to the Emergency Department. Sure enough—they said it was infected. Well, now I have an excuse besides COVID to skip my father’s funeral.”

“Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry.”

He just shrugged and then went on to explain that he really wasn’t sad that his father died. His sisters were furious with him for not flying out for the service.

“You know, he was a well-known powerful man. He had time for all his fans and supporters but not his own family. He neglected us. And he cheated on my mom—a lot.”

“Was he a politician?”

“Minister.” We both were silent for a while and I hoped he couldn’t tell my skin was crawling. Then he continued, “When I became a teenager he started telling me about all these women he was seeing. I couldn’t believe it! All the details. It made me sick. Of course I never told my mom but I think she knew.”

“Why do you think he told you?”

“I think he knew I was gay before I knew I was gay. I think he was trying to make straight sex really appealing to me. Like it was so cool. But I hated him for it. He didn’t even come to the hospital when Mother was dying.” He paused and then whispered. “I’m not big on Christianity.”

I just nodded. Why would he be?

Then he talked non-stop for thirty minutes. He told me how after his mother died, his father remarried in six weeks. He catalogued the insults and slights of both his father and his sisters. He wondered why he wasn’t grieving his father’s death. He thought he felt something but didn’t think it was grief over his death. I suggested that maybe he was grieving the lack of a healthy father-son relationship. He thought that was right.  And he said even though he wasn’t big on Christianity, he missed church. I really got that because right now, I miss church too.

Then he ran out of story because he was just done. He sat back and put good hand over his heart.  “I’ve never told anyone this. I feel like such a weight has been lifted from my chest.”

“You can thank your hamster.”

He laughed. “So that’s why she bit me!”

I asked him if he wanted me to say a prayer and he did. I gave thanks for Nibbles and prayed for healing, blessings and peace for him. Then I ended the prayer as I always do, “May all be healed. May all be blessed. May all have peace. Amen.”

Sometimes things happen and it just seems meaningless. Other times the meaning is immediately clear. And then there are times when the meaning is slow to unfold but once it begins to show itself it feels like a tidal wave.

The last thing this man said to me was, “I can’t wait to go home and thank her!”

Who?

Nibbles of course.