1953, when I was seven, my
parents where swayed from their Catholic
religion by some new friends of my dad.
All of a sudden, I was a Jehovah’s
Witness and I soon found that I was very
interested in learning more about God
and his plans for me and this world. I
became a devout Bible student and
indicated my dedication to serving God
by being baptized when I was 14. I
attended Bible and book studies, went
out on service, and as my knowledge
grew, many questions came to my mind.
By the time I
was in the eleventh grade, I was asking
questions that neither my parents nor
any of the elders could answer to my
satisfaction. I was also beginning to
rebel against the strict rules of the
organization. Slowly but surely I
drifted away from the religion of my
youth. Soon after graduating from high
school in 1964, I moved away from my
family’s home and started working full
time. I also stopped attending any
Witness meetings. I hadn’t given up on
the idea of God; I was just looking for
a different approach. I was raised in a
religion of fear and I just couldn’t
believe in the concept of God that the
Witnesses preached, a God so cruel as to
heap all these punishments on us.
I married a
non-Witness woman in 1966 and we had a
few good years together. All that time,
I was searching for something that would
relieve my fears and give purpose and
meaning to my life. Then the Summer of
Love and Woodstock came along and I
wholeheartedly embraced the hippie
lifestyle. For the first time in my life
I felt freedom, and I started exploring
other religions and other paths to God.
Still, a part of me was keeping a
fearful eye on the approaching 1975. As
a Jehovah’s Witness, I had been led to
believe that the great battle of
Armageddon was going to take place that
year, and that all non-believers would
In the spring
of 1973, my wife and I parted ways and
the pain and sorrow of the breakup
intensified my search for enlightenment.
My path led me to explore many Eastern
religions and New Age philosophies. Here
I was, a small-town mountain boy getting
into some heady stuff, and although I
was finding some truth, something was
missing. And then I came across a book
which had a huge impact on me, Be
Here Now, by Baba Ram Dass, which
filled my mind with visions of oneness
with the universe.
One day in
October of 1973 I stopped by a friend’s
house for a minute to pick up something.
He had out-of-town guests who were just
leaving. On their way out, one of the
guys, Art, said to me, “What do you
think of this?” and handed me a
brand-new Urantia Book. I only had time
to read the dust jacket and skim through
the table of contents but what I read in
that short time sent a tingle throughout
my body and made my hair stand on end.
This happened on a Sunday, and I could
hardly wait until Monday morning to
phone the bookstore in a city 300 miles
away, where Art had bought his copy. I
received my book the next day C.O.D.
I’ve been reading and believing the
Urantia Book and trying to live the
teachings ever since.
Within a month
of getting the book, I met Nancy, the
love of my life, and she readily
accepted the fifth epochal revelation.
We were married in the spring of 1974.
Ever since finding the Urantia Book I no
longer worry that our loving Father
could get so angry with us that he would
hurt or punish us. I’m free—and I’ve
found truth and love!
I still keep
in touch with Art although we live in
different towns. He tells me that one of
these days he is going to dust off his
Urantia Book and read it.