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.

The season of giving is upon us. Well, it’s always the season of giving for followers of Jesus, but you know what I mean. According to the Gospel of St. Hallmark, “T’is the season!”

On the Camino de Santiago it’s always the season of giving: water, band-aids, shampoo, protein bars, wine, chocolate, flashlights. I was delighted when I had something I could share: Manchego cheese, roasted almonds, an apple or ibuprofen. These moments happened spontaneously and naturally. But some people walk the Camino and that is their mission: to be a Helper—with a capital “H.”

One of the Pilgrims I met we called Dr. Bob. He wasn’t a real doctor. But he said he wanted to be a “trail angel” and help other Pilgrims. He carried band-aids and duct tape and antibiotic cream. He carried electrolytes, three liters of water and fifty pair of earplugs. He carried a chair. Yes, a chair—a folding aluminum camp chair. His pack must have weighed fifty pounds.

He so badly wanted to help people. But no one needed those things. Almost every Pilgrim already had earplugs and band-aids and duct tape. Everyone carried their own water. And then there was the chair. Nobody wanted it. When people stopped to rest, they simply sat on the ground or a rock.

The things we carry! The gifts we want to give! Sometimes what we want to give is not what someone needs. And sometimes what people need is not what we have. So we do the best we can and that is when I had my “Little Drummer Boy” moment.

Moritz and I had started walking just before sunrise. It was a beautiful morning; we had both slept well, had our cafés con leche and were making good time. Just as the sun rose, we came upon a Pilgrim lying in a ditch just off the path. Her pack was on the ground and she was lying there moaning and clutching her stomach. We knew her! It was our friend Tamara.

We jumped down into the ditch with her. She had diarrhea and acute belly pain. Her face was white, her lips were blue and she shook violently. She kept saying, “I have so much pain and I’m cold. I’m so cold.”

Moritz unpacked his sleeping mat and we moved her onto it. He put his sleeping bag over her and we both put every piece of fleece we had on top of her and yet she was like ice.

Now I will tell you that I have had severe hot flashes for fourteen years—ever since chemo hurled me into menopause. But I was always hot and sweaty even as a child. I failed to make a coil pot in 2nd grade because my hot little hands kept drying out the clay. In high school my sister wouldn’t lend me her clothes because I sweated in them. And on the Camino, I left every morning in shorts and a very light shirt when other Pilgrims were wearing down jackets.

            Our finest gifts we bring, to lay before the king. . .

So here was freezing and shivering Tamara. I really wanted to be a Helper–with a capital “H”–and diagnose, treat and heal her. But I didn’t possess those skills.

            I have no gift to bring that’s fit to give our King. . .

But what I could give her was my hot hands. So while we waited for the ambulance to arrive, I knelt beside her and held her frozen hands in mine. She kept saying, “Oh, my God. Your hands are so warm, so warm, so warm! Thank you so much.”


            I played my drum for Him; I played my best for Him. . .

Okay, I can’t take this Little Drummer Boy thing too far. I wish I could say, Then she smiled at me, but the most she could do was a sort of grateful grimace.

As a hospital chaplain I’ve held hundreds of hands as people faced death, loss, uncertainty, overwhelming grief, but never have I held hands simply to warm them. I’d always considered my hot hands something of a drawback.

So we have to ask, what have we dismissed in ourselves that just might be our finest gift to bring? What are we trying to give that isn’t needed? And where was the trail angel when we needed him? Here’s the answer to that last question: we are all called to be trail angels because it’s not about being prepared for any and every emergency but being willing to give whatever we can whenever we can.

The ambulance took over an hour to find us. By the time they arrived her hands were warming up and she was shaking less violently. They hauled her off to the hospital and she was released a few hours later. They told her to rest and not walk that day—no definitive diagnosis.

She finished her Camino a few weeks later and when we had to say our final goodbye, the first thing I did was put my hands around her face. She said, “They’re still so warm!”


Then she smiled at me.

Pa rum pum pum-pum.