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.

Two weeks after this snow record-breaking month began, there is still snow on the ground at my farm. Probably at your house too. Maybe in some dark corner of your yard, or in the last remnants of the igloo you built, or by your driveway where the snow plow left enough of a pile to guarantee that it would last awhile. When snow started falling that Sunday evening almost three weeks ago we didn’t realize it was the beginning of a long “home bound” stretch. By the time it was over we had slipped and slid through half of February and some schools had yet to hold a full day of school for the month.

So we all have snow stories. Some include delightful family time for sledding and playing, and neighbors gathering to entertain or to help. Some include the stress of no power or no water. Some are stories of accidents or loss. All of them are reflections of the substance of our lives.

On the second Monday of our snow storms one of our public radio stations, KUOW, hosted an hour for listeners to call in with their snow stories. And though I almost never do it, this time I felt compelled to call in with mine.

The previous Friday night and all day Saturday was when the biggest storm had passed through. Scheduled at my church that weekend had been a party, a memorial service, and a worship service that included an enacted telling of a refugee story. The first event to be rescheduled was the party. It was pretty clear by Friday that almost no one would be venturing out for it, even with the lure of a chocolate fountain. By Saturday we also had to reschedule the memorial service. But we were still hoping we wouldn’t have to keep the building closed on Sunday.

Saturday afternoon, though, with snow still falling and many streets impassable, with the city of Seattle asking people not to drive unless they absolutely had to, and with two of the three pastors snow bound (me on Whidbey Island and Amy at the bottom of an uncleared icy road) we decided we could not have worship together on Sunday.

At that point I thought that was it. “Send out the word that worship at our building is cancelled,” our leadership decided. “Then remind people that they can worship wherever they are. We just won’t be together.” I settled in for another snow day.

Our youth minister Margaret Swanson, though, had another idea. She texted me, “Why don’t we do a Facebook worship service. You could lead it from your farm.”

“Wait, what?” I thought. I had never done a Facebook live event. I didn’t think I could. But with Margaret’s gentle encouragement and support, I began to figure it out. It wasn’t until Sunday morning, about a half hour before our scheduled start of 10:00, that I was able to post the announcement. “Join me for a brief worship service on Facebook, live streaming from the farm.” Margaret and others spread the word.

Then, at 9:59, Meighan, another Seattle preacher who was also stranded at my farm, held the phone, pushed the button that said, “Live,” and I started talking. I said a few words of greeting and about “Feeding sheep”- the ways we are fed spiritually, and the very real need for me to set hay out for the sheep in this snowy season. Meighan talked too, about the awe and beauty all around us.

People started commenting on the Facebook page, greeting one another, telling their own stories, giving me direction (we want to see more of the sheep) and even typing in “Amen” as we prayed together for each other and our world.

The whole thing lasted less than fifteen minutes. By the time we were done, over seventy household had joined in. We had made a connection with one another even though we were far apart.

I was so glad we gave this experiment a try. I learned again how valuable our connections are. As some have said since then, “I didn’t realize how much I take the Sunday community and worship time for granted until suddenly it wasn’t there.”

That’s what I told the KUOW host when I called in. About the surprise of making community together, even when we couldn’t actually be together. About how much it meant to me to hear from those I usually gather with on Sundays, and even from those a long way away who joined us because they could do it virtually. About being surprised by church.

I learned so much during this snow season. I learned again the value of heat in the pump house, and how much I miss running water when frozen pipes break. I learned again the value of good neighbors who help each other out. And I learned again the value of gathering, every week, with a community of people who share the same stories, and have a heart for love and justice.

Two Sundays ago, I did not want to miss church. I thought I would have to. Then, I was surprised by the possibilities of connecting even if we can’t be together. So this last Sunday, when we gathered again in person, in our building, I felt an extra amount of gratitude for the fact that we were together again.