Most people of faith that I know would identify as some kind of Christian, so I am taking a leap and assuming most of my readers cannot define what a Universal Unitarian is. Frankly, neither can I (yet). But here is a definition lifted straight off of their website:
As Unitarian Universalists, we are part of a long tradition of religious freedom, theological inclusiveness, and community acceptance, and we cherish our diversities of race, age, ability, politics, theology, sexual orientation, culture and ethnicity.
Seems like a good match for me. I was raised watching Mister Rogers and internalized the idea that "You are special." I don't mean me, specifically, but each and every one of you are a worthy human being. Any religion that preaches self-righteousness and exclusivity is not for me. Going back twenty years or so to my "Statement of Faith" I gave at my confirmation, I said before the congregation something like: "Faith is what you make it; it is individual. No one religion can be right and not every religion can be wrong." I'm paraphrasing here, as I didn't actually keep that piece of loose-leaf notebook paper, and I surely did not properly use the semi-colon at the age of 13. My Pastor and the congregation accepted my statement of faith and I was confirmed in the United Church of Christ faith. They apparently were an accepting bunch and let me in despite my lack of commitment to their particular brand of Christianity or Christianity in general. The Pastor was a jovial man who once told me that he saw God everywhere, even in a package of Oreos. I always felt at home there. My family moved shortly thereafter and I never did find another house of worship with which I identified.
I have been back to service several times and I have always walked away wanting to be a better person. If that isn't the right reason for going to church, I don't know what is. Some of you don't understand, and that's okay. Some of you think I'm wrong, and that's okay, too. I stepped out of my comfort zone when I stepped into service that one August Sunday. I reminded myself that I didn't have to go back. I did go back. Several Sundays in, I still tell myself I don't have to go back. But I probably will.