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.

It is a long drive from Seattle to the beaches of Olympic National Park. Even with a mid-afternoon start, it was past 8pm when we arrived on the beach to find a place to pitch our tents. Our group of two families—four adults and four children under 12—had been looking forward to this four-day backpack along the wild Olympic coast. It would be a time for hiking along sandy beaches and shoreline of cobbles and boulders. And time for clambering up rope ladders to hike over headlands when the beach was inaccessible. We would build sandcastles, explore tidepools and enjoy campfires.

Once we were on the beach, we hiked for twenty minutes or so, looking for possible campsites – something far enough from the water’s edge to be above the high tide line, with shelter from the wind if possible. We knew that high tide would be around 4 am. As the sky darkened, we looked for signs of how far up the beach the last high tide had reached. We took our best guess and chose a spot that was reasonably flat, near the edge of the trees.

Everyone was tired from last-minute preparations and the long drive, so we set up quickly and soon settled into our sleeping bags inside the three tents—one each for the adult couples and a bigger one for the kids. Soon all were lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves rolling in and breaking on the beach.

It was nearly 3 am when I awoke to the sound of waves crashing nearby. I lay in my sleeping bag, just listening for a while. Just how close were those waves? When was the high tide due? From inside the tent, it sounded like they were breaking less than ten feet away. My curiosity got the best of me. I eased myself out of my sleeping bag, collected my clothes, jacket and boots, and slipped out of the tent.

The moon was not quite full over the water to the west, and the waves were breaking about 20 feet from our tent. The kids’ tent was a few feet closer to the waterline. I found a log perch and began a series of mental calculations, concerned but not in a panic. How much higher would the water come? Would we need to move the tents to keep them dry? Should I awaken the other adults or wait awhile? How likely was it that the kids’ tent would get wet?

I recalled that the ebb and flow of tides followed a bell curve. In the middle of the tidal cycle, the rate of change was greatest. In the hours closest to the high and low, it was less. So when, exactly, was the high tide? Was it actually at 4 am, later, earlier? And the critical question:  how much higher would the water reach?

Except for the crash of the waves, the beach was serene and beautiful. The mid-summer night was cool but not cold, and I was warm in my fleece, hat and boots. I was surrounded by the glory of creation. As I sat on my log, the rhythm of the water invited a kind of magical detachment. I could just sit for a while, watch and wait. If the waves threatened the tents, I could act. If not, I could simply experience and appreciate this summer night.

In my solitude, the pulse of the waves entered my being. The power of the water, this very origin of life, filled me with wonder. My thoughts expanded and contracted with the rhythm. I entered a state of attentive meditation that simultaneously heightened my senses and soothed me.

The water rose higher as time passed. But not too high. I was not called upon to awaken my companions. By 4:30am I decided that the danger was past. I crawled back into the tent and drifted into deep sleep, held within the sound of the water.