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 haven’t written about my last day with Moritz. It’s because I’m still pondering the epiphany I had that afternoon.

Moritz was out of time so he needed to take a bus and skip 150 miles from Léon to Castromayor. Then he would have about a four day walk to Santiago.  So I took a rest day and we just hung out in Léon—walked around, had several coffees and talked. Then we splurged on a really nice dinner in a café across from the Cathedral.

During that dinner a lightning bolt of realization hit me right between the eyes. It momentarily paralyzed me and then completely undid me. To understand, I have to take you back forty years ago.

I was a 26 year-old grad student traveling in Europe with my friend/mentor Neal Flanagan. He was a 65 year-old Catholic priest who’d had a serious heart attack and showed up in my cardiac rehab exercise class. He was a professor of New Testament at the Graduate Theological Union in Berkeley. He was quiet and funny and immensely patient with my endless babble and evangelical theology. He also looked like Gregory Peck.

We began running together outside of class and I sometimes had dinner with him in the house in which he lived with other priests. I got to know his circle of friends and he got to know mine. He let me sit in on the classes he taught. On the weekends we ran 10K races together.

One time on a training run when I stopped to take a breath from my unceasing chatter he said, “It’s good that we run together because you like to talk and I like to listen.” He was that kind of friend that makes you wonder, “How did I get so lucky?” But it is only later that you realize that.

So it made perfect sense that the summer he went to Rome for a sabbatical, he invited me to visit him in the monastery there. So I did. He had spent many years in Rome and was an excellent tour guide. A Catholic priest and a grad student are on the same economic level: poor. So we did things that didn’t cost much money: ate our meals at the monastery and went out for gelato.

Beside exploring every fountain, church and ruin in Rome, we hopped around Pompeii, strolled through Köln and skipped around Brugge.  We ate ice cream every day. This man, so patient, such a model of compassion and understanding put up with my judgmental theology except for one time when he said with quiet anguish in his voice, “I don’t believe what you believe.”  

So forty years later I am with Moritz talking about the Camino when it suddenly hits me: this is the same situation I was in with Neal forty years ago. Except now I’m the “priest” and Moritz is the young grad student.

I wondered why I never saw that before and nanoseconds later understood that if I had realized it, well, then maybe I’d tried to be all “mentorish” and wise instead of just being myself. Honestly, in no way can I compare to Neal. I’m not a New Testament scholar, I don’t speak Aramaic or Italian or German—which he did. And I don’t look like Gregory Peck.

But there we were and suddenly I’m all teary and Moritz says, “Oh, no. I never know what to do when people have emotions.”

And I say, “Just be here. There is nothing for you to fix. Just sit here and let me tell you why I’m crying—as soon as I can stop crying.”

Then as soon as I stop crying I tell him about Neal. He got it—mostly. I think.

It’s all about passing it on. I’m not talking about passing on crappy experiences like when we hear ourselves sounding like our parents at their worst.

I’m talking about those precious experiences that you are sure are once-in-a-lifetime but I’m here to tell you—you can pass it on. The details may differ but the feeling, the grace, the miracle of it all is the same. I don’t think the opportunity is something we can reproduce. Maybe it is a blessing bestowed upon us.

I think about all the amazing moments in my life and wonder if I can pass them on and to whom? I don’t know—I just know that my eyes are open now.