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. We strive to walk in the path of Jesus, and to offer an authentic welcome to everyone who walks through our door. We invite visitors to wear a name-tag from the pew register folder so we may more easily greet you by name.

Our worship service starts at 10 am and includes hymns, prayers, scripture reading and a sermon. It usually lasts about an hour and 15 minutes. More information here.

Children are an important part of our community, and are welcome for all or part or the service. You will be met at the door with a warm handshake and welcome, and our friendly greeters can help direct you and answer your questions.

Wear clothes that you are comfortable in and sit on the main floor or in the balcony - wherever you feel most at ease. We look forward to welcoming you.

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.

We offer a complimentary "inquirers Lunch" on the second Sunday of the month for people interested in learning more about us. It is an informal session over soup, salad and dessert where you can meet others who may be on a similar spiritual journey and learn how to plug into this church community from long-term members and clergy.

We'll explore topics from history, to theology, to membership. To RSVP, or let us know about special needs (Including childcare or food sensitivities) email us at gro.ccuytisrevinu@sreriuqni or call 206-979-7539.

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.

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 don’t think I know any prophets or angels. Not personally anyway. But I do, every once in awhile, just get a strong nagging feeling that I’m supposed to go somewhere or talk to someone. Sometimes it feels like it comes out of nowhere. Many times it’s in the midst of something that has me feeling as if I’m standing on a precipice of an emotional abyss.

In the first few weeks of grieving after “Baby D” was sent to live with her birth father, I wanted to hide. Then I wanted to run away. I felt lost and angry and sad and I could tell I needed the light of The Star to show me that there was something beyond what I was experiencing; as a parent, as a pastor, as a musician, as any name I’d ever claimed. In the midst of my prayers and sadness the same thought kept coming to me; “Just ask. Just go.”

Last August, at the InterPlay Leadership Gathering in North Carolina, I was reunited with my friend Masankho Banda. He has been a guide and mentor for me for many years. Some of you may remember when we co-hosted him with InterPlay Seattle for a weekend several years ago. He is an international storyteller and cultivator of peace. He lives much of the time in Lilongwe, Malawi now and we have talked many times over the years of Benjamin and me visiting him there. He and his wife have recently finished building a house there.

Just ask. Just go.

I kept remembering the words of a Rwandan survivor someone had posted years before on Facebook:

“We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave. They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again. Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.”

~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.  From The Moth podcast, “Notes on an Exorcism”.

http://themoth.org/posts/stories/notes-on-an-exorcismhttp://themoth.org/stories

This wisdom resonated with me and my own (albeit comparably insignificant) experiences of healing. But it was November. It’s Seattle. I knew, even if I could rally a community to dance and sing with me; there’s no being outside in the sun to where I could begin to feel better.

I wrote to Masankho and said, “We’re having such hard time. I want to take Benjamin and just run away to visit you and Siphiwe (his wife) and be in the sun and drum and tell stories and dance.” He answered, “When? Let me check my travel schedule.”

But it seemed impossible. It’s been years since I’ve flown across the Atlantic much less ever having gone as far as Africa. Benjamin didn’t even have a passport. This was absurd. And the small voice kept saying:
Just ask. Just go.

In late December I asked my colleagues, “So, uh, what would you think about me going to Malawi in…February. I know it would interrupt all our schedules…” They answered, “Yes. Go.”

And I still couldn’t quite get there because it just felt ridiculous, even as I was looking up flights and procrastinating on work by planning imaginary itineraries. It felt outlandish to be inviting myself to someone’s home. What a burden to put on them…

And the little voice just wouldn’t go away. So I finally asked Masankho again, “What if we came in February?” He said, “Yes! Come!”

And suddenly it was the new year and I realized the only barrier to going were barriers I was putting up myself.

So we’re going. We leave on February 13 and we’ll be back on March 2.

Because we asked. And a little voice told us it would be okay to just ask, and just go, and get what our hearts most need to heal and grow.

I am so grateful to be a part of a community and congregation that encourages me to listen to the spirit and dare to ask and go. I hope, when the time comes, I can encourage you, too. You can do what your heart most needs. Just ask. Just go.