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.

Until she showed up, I walked quite happily with Moritz and a now-and-then posse of German, Austrian and Danish girls. The girls floated in and out according to their schedules. Moritz took a selfie with all of us and sent it to his family who texted back that they had no idea he had a harem. 

Until she showed up we were a jolly bunch and I loved being behind Moritz  and the two German girls listening to their German conversations. Every twenty minutes or so, they would turn around and apologize for not speaking English.

No, no, I don’t mind a bit,” I said. It was like listening to some kind of music what with the percussion of the walking sticks, the clanging of carabiners and the soft scraping of gravel. I loved walking, breathing, listening and taking in whatever landscape Mother Earth offered us that day. We went on quite happily like this—until she showed up.

She was Sally Ann*, a woman just a few years younger than me. She was cheerful and chatty and I disliked her immediately. The posse loved her. But underneath her cheerful smiling face I detected a deep grief.

But instead of being compassionate I judged her as a phony have-to-be-right, attention-seeking, bossy, know-it-all.

She loved to correct everyone on their Spanish pronunciation. “It’s lay-own, not lee-own,” she said. “The ‘e’ is Spanish is pronounced with a long ‘a.’ Léon!” Well, I knew that. I said it correctly!

Now they say that two hours on the Camino with someone is like two years. So that meant that pretty soon Moritz and I got comfortable enough with one another to institute what I called, “The Judgment Hour.”

We usually held The Judgment Hour first thing in the morning. During the first thirty minutes we gossiped about what happened the day before; who we didn’t like; who bugged us; who we wanted avoid; whose behavior outraged us. We usually laughed our heads off during this part.

The next part wasn’t quite as hilarious—in fact, it was usually downright painful.In the remaining thirty minutes we reflected on the deeper reason we disliked that person. You know—the reason behind the reason AKA the Real Reason.

Of course it was during Judgment Hour that I brought up Sally Ann. Moritz was shocked I didn’t like her. He just nodded quietly because by this time he knew me pretty well. So I went on to list her sins.

Then it was time for the Real Reasons. I took a deep breath. “She reminds me of me—that is my Worst Self: a have-to-be-right, attention-seeking, bossy, know-it-all.”

“That is not how I see you,” Moritz said.

“No, that is not how I am most of the time. But it is something I so detest in myself that when I see it in other people I feel repulsed by it.”

We walked in silence for a while until I said, “I’ve always believed that Jesus meant it when he said, ‘Love one another,’ but he never said we had to like one another. So now I have to figure out a way to love her in spite of not liking her.”

I already knew how to do this because I had done it many times with patients. If you can’t be compassionate, at least be curious because many times curiosity opens the door to compassion which can open the door to love.

So I sat next to her at dinner that night and forced myself to talk with her. It turned out that her husband of two years was supposed to walk the Camino with her but he pulled out. Then he said he would walk the last sixty miles with her but changed his mind about that too. Her voice got low and thick as she talked. For the first time I felt she was being real.

I felt no satisfaction in being right about her cheerful veneer. I felt compassion for her. When her eyes filled with tears, my did too. Then she overheard someone talking about ordering a tortilla and she immediately gave a mini-lecture on how unlike a Mexican tortilla, a Spanish tortilla is an egg dish made with potatoes and onions.

I sighed. I felt compassion and even love for her—but she still annoyed me.

I spent the rest of the Camino thinking about how if we don’t have compassion and love for others then for sure we don’t have it for ourselves. What if in the midst of detesting our behavior we got curious about it instead? What if we said to ourselves in a friendly way, “My heavens! Where did I ever learn this? What is the Real Reason? Well, how about that!”

Curiosity almost always opens the door to compassion which leads to love.





*Not her real name.