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.

As I was headed out to the feed store last week I took a hat from the row of them I keep by my door. As it happened, the one I grabbed was my black one, with a rainbow of squares and the Human Rights Campaign logo across the front. I paused for a moment. What would it mean to wear this hat to the feed store?

So there it was. Again I was looking at the question of “coming out.” That basic, daily decision I face about claiming my identity. In our world, assumptions (conscious and unconscious) about who we are abound. Based on appearance, age, gender, skin color, geographical location, and hundreds of other cues, we make up our minds about one another. And at an early age, I learned to hide certain parts of who I am. Before “don’t ask don’t tell” was a national policy, it was a personal policy.

Over the last 20 years, much has changed for GLBT people. Nevertheless, in many settings, “don’t ask don’t tell” can still seem like the safest way to go. Walking into a fairly rural feed store can be one of those settings. Admittedly, this store is on Whidbey Island, not in eastern Washington. Still, even Whidbey has its divisions – the farther north you go, the more conservative the population becomes. And to get to my feed store I head north.

For a moment, in fact for a few moments, I thought about getting a different hat. Wouldn’t it be simpler to wear the one with the sheep on it? Or to choose from one of the many proclaiming that I am a sheepdog fanatic? Even my Seattle Mariners cap might be a better choice.

That seemingly simple act of choosing a hat to wear to the feed store brought me back again to all of the questions I have carried inside since I was a child. Am I OK? Am I safe? Am I a beloved child of God? The simple act of choosing a hat reminded me again of my own internalized homophobia.

I took a deep breath, reassured myself that I am indeed OK, and well loved by God, put the hat on my head, and walked out the door.

It is about a 20 minute drive to the feed store from my farm, and by the time I got there I actually forgot what hat I was wearing. Well, I didn’t forget entirely, but I did have some moments where it wasn’t the primary thing on my mind.

Arriving, I took another deep breath, and then walked into the store and up to the counter. I ordered eight bales of hay and two bags of chicken feed. As usual, I was sent around to the big barn where the supplies would be loaded into my truck. A young man was there ready to heave 50 pound bags of chicken feed, and then 90 pound bales of hay into my truck. After he had loaded my supplies, he said, “I like your hat.”

It took me a moment to register his comment. Then when I realized what he was saying, I was deeply moved. I remembered all of my fears, and the choice I had made just a half hour earlier to step beyond those fears.

And I also smiled. All of my own assumptions were on display to me. What “feed store people” are like. What the people north of me on the island or east of me in this state believe and feel and experience. What attitudes any young man who loads hay for a living might hold.

In that moment I also thought about this particular young man. What choices had he faced that day? Noticing my hat, he chose to comment on it.

I found myself wondering what his life is like, and what it meant to him to see a “feed store customer” in a Human Rights Campaign hat in the first place. Was it a moment of encouragement in a lonely world? Was it a moment of solidarity? Or did he simply like my hat?

I continued to smile all the way home from the feed store. I reflected again about the value of being real, not only for the sake of our own souls, but also for those around us. I thought of all the assumptions and stereotypes that might get challenged by such authenticity. Even the ones we carry inside ourselves.