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.

              I want you to know Gertrude Hainer.  To know her as I did, you will have to imagine your way to the middle of the last century, 1950 to be exact.  To Mary, Gertrude was a soft-spoken elderly woman, with charcoal, gray-dusted hair, kind eyes and an erect carriage when she walked. She may have been fifty years old when Mary first met her, but to five-year-old Mary, Gertrude was “elderly.”  Mary’s parents called Gertrude “Aunt Gertie”, thus a great aunt for Mary.  Gertie lived with her younger sister Minnie (Aunt Minnie) who owned a millinery shop in downtown St. Paul, Minnesota.  In those days, the sisters would have been called spinsters. They shared a house, a modest, but sturdy clinker brick home on an elm tree-lined avenue, with concrete stairs to the front door that for Mary required elephant steps to climb. Inside, there wasn’t much to invite a visiting youngster except for shelves of books in almost all the downstairs rooms, books as ubiquitous as wallpaper. Mary could choose any book she could reach to pass the time until the visit ended and her parents returned with her to the car where they would drive on to another relative in the northern Midwest. 

            Gertie was a school librarian, a job she treasured.  In snowy mid-winter she would tug on her black galoshes and walk the cinder-treated sidewalks to the school where she would hang her overcoat in the back room, warm her hands on the steam heater, then unlock the heavy front door to welcome the first student. Children arrived to thaw out before the first school bell, or to meet friends before class.  The child Gertie awaited as warmly as promise was the child who interrupted her at the card catalog to ask if she could find a book the child would enjoy reading for a book report.  Then Gertie put her whole mind in gear to ask questions that would reveal the child’s interests, for she had hundreds of books that would suit a book report; however, Gertie wanted to serve the child.  Adventure?  Mountain Climbing? Raising a pet? Happy endings? Sometimes she knew just the right book; other times she offered three or four until the student, attracted by the book’s cover or by Gertie’s engaging voice as she read aloud the introductory paragraphs, would check out the book. It was a red-letter day for Gertie if the child returned a few days later to ask, “Miss Librarian, could I have another book just like the last one?”  Those days, Gertie would return home to Minnie at dinner to tell her about the enthusiasm of a young reader.  Although she never married, never had her own child, Gertie loved pleasing children.

            Perhaps that love motivated her to send a Christmas gift to Mary every year — nothing extravagant but chosen with Mary in mind.  However, just as Gertie was forever elderly to Mary, Mary was forever a little girl to Aunt Gertie.  Each year a gift wrapped in red tissue paper arrived from Aunt Gertie for Mary.  Every year, a sweet gift for a little girl.  But Mary grew up to eleven and twelve and proud thirteen.  The gifts?  A frilly pair of silky undies, an easy reader, a patent leather over-the-shoulder purse for Sunday School, lacey ankle-socks.  Mary groaned in disappointment, or laughed aloud as she grew up. BUT Mary’s mother insisted that Mary write a thank-you to Aunt Gertie, a card that would not just say thank-you but would also mention the gift and how it might be used.  All cards acknowledging gifts were to be mailed within three days of Christmas.  It was the law!

            I cannot recall when the gifting ceased, but it eventually did.  Gertie went on to retire from the school library.  Mary went to college, married, had a child, and became a school teacher.  Her marriage ended, leaving her to raise her daughter alone.  Mary had long forgotten Aunt Gertie.  Her thoughts were consumed with finding a home for a single mom with a two-year-old girl.  It was 1974, so nearly impossible for a single woman to secure a bank loan for a home.  Then one day Mary’s father called to say Aunt Gertie had died and had left Mary $4,000, enough then to secure a bank loan for the remaining mortgage.  Mary and her little girl moved into a yellow cottage in View Ridge, a four-block walk to the nearest elementary school.

            Dear Aunt Gertie,

                Thank you for . . . .