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.

photo 3I’m standing in front of a purple rug.

I noticed it across the room when I first came in.  It’s extraordinary – deep red that flows into violet, a play of black and purple lines.  So simple and so complex. I could contemplate this rug for hours.

I didn’t come here to buy a rug.  In fact, I’ve never cared much about rugs.  But this rug….  Why?

And purple?  Green could be my color or blue or red….but purple?

It’s like a new color showed up in my life, a color I’ve never been.

The weaver of the rug walks over.  Marjorie tells me that she made the rug several years ago, how it won a prize in a competition but that it has never sold.  “It costs more than most people would expect to spend at a show like this”, she says.

And yet, here I am seriously thinking, “I could buy this rug.  I would be very happy to have this rug on the wall in my office. Happier than anything else I could imagine doing with that money.”

I tell her my mom is a weaver.  I know all it takes to make a rug like this.   I tell her that if my mom was standing here she would tell me that artists rarely charge photo (6)what they should, that this rug is a bargain, and worth every penny.

Marjorie tells me that she started weaving when she retired.  “I look at this rug now”, she says, “And I think, ‘Wow. I made that.  I can’t believe I made something as beautiful as that.'”

I tell her I know exactly where I would hang the rug.  How I would rearrange my office so I could hang it in a place where I could look at it every day.

I tell her that I’m going to dream tonight about the rug.

She thanks me for the conversation.  Says that no matter what I decide, my joy in her rug has been a gift.

I tell her our conversation has been a gift.

She tells that she hopes I have good dreams.

zI wake the next morning thinking about the rug.  I have a full day and no time to go by the sale.  The next day, I also have a very full day.  But by chance, my day opens up for a couple of hours in the afternoon, just before the sale closes.

I return to look at the rug.

“I don’t know why I love this rug”, I tell the woman who is working at the sale.

She’s very kind and listens to me talk about the rug and all it’s colors and how I can’t believe I like this purple rug.  I tell her, yes, I do have a place in mind for it and know exactly where I’d hang it.  I tell her again that I don’t know why I like it, but I do so much.

She shares a story with me about regret.  About things she has loved, only to come back to discover that they have been sold.  She wonders how I would have felt if I had found out the rug had been sold.

She encourages me to walk around the parking lot.

I wander the parking lot, taking pictures of flowers and leaves, clearing my mind, and wondering about purple.photo 1

I come back in.

“You came back”, she said.

“Yes”, I said, “Will you help me buy a rug?”

She helps me take it down and wrap it up. Shows me how to hang it.

I tell everyone at the sales table, and the people in line beside me, how very happy I am to have this rug.

rThey are happy for me.

I drive to church.  Find a hammer and nail.  Take down so many things I have had on the walls in my office for so many years.

Stand on a chair, measure and mark, hammer a nail, and hang my rug.

Sit at my desk.  Contemplate my rug.

Write Marjorie a note.  Tell her I bought her gorgeous purple rug.  Tell her I couldn’t imagine being happier than sitting here looking at it.

As true of all our stories, this story, too, could be a justification, or occasion for criticism or critique.  Or it could be simply as it is, a celebration of beauty and its importance in our lives.  How beauty surprises us.  Elevates and enlivens us.  Stirs us to wonder.  Restores us to contemplation and grace.

There’s a beautiful principle in Judaism called, “hiddur mitzvah”.  It’s the idea that one doesn’t just simply “do” the commandments, (like one more thing to pickphoto (9) up on our shopping list), but one “beautifies” them.   “This is my God and I will beautify God with praises,” Moses sings. (Exodus 15:2)

It’s why God doesn’t simply say to Israel, “build a tabernacle” but goes on for 18 chapters describing exactly what the tabernacle shall look like.  It’s why you set the table every night with a placemat and hand woven napkins.  Place a vase of flowers on the table.  Why even when you eat alone, you put on a clean shirt.

No, I don’t understand all that it means.  But I do know this:  that God is revealed in beauty, if only we take the time to linger there.

Which is what I’m doing now, contemplating my purple rug.

And what I might well be doing, when you wander by, as I hope you will, to see my purple rug.

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