1978. My friend Doug’s brother,
who was going to the University of
California at Berkeley at the time, gave
Doug a book that he had been reading
with others in the San Francisco Bay
area. One night Doug introduced this
book to my friend Bruce and me. The
three of us—Doug, Bruce and I—had rented
a motel room where we spent three days,
armed with our UB, The Egyptian Book
of the Dead, a Bible, Clyde
Bedell’s Concordex, and enough
crank to keep us from falling asleep,
trying to find in the Urantia Book where
At first I had
a strong feeling that this book was
authored by the devil, but it had so
many answers to questions that I’ve
always wondered about, that after three
days I decided that this was not the
work of the devil and it was not the
work of any man.
anything but what was written on the
inside cover of the Urantia Book, I was
off to the largest used book store to
find a copy. I saw a new one behind the
counter for $45. Too much for me. I
searched from 8 a.m. when it opened
until 5 p.m. when it closed, but I
didn’t find a used copy of the book.
As I was
leaving by the back door, a young woman
with a large pile of books was
struggling to get in. I helped her with
the door, and as she passed I couldn’t
help but see this big blue book. She was
arranging the books on the counter when
I approached and asked her if that was a
Urantia Book. She said yes, and sold it
to me for $5.
amazing that I still have that book
today. One day it was sitting together
with a Concordex in the back of
a van, when we turned a corner too fast.
Five gallons of paint went everywhere.
The Concordex was a total loss, but the
UB didn’t have a drop of paint on it,
although the two books were sitting one
on top of the other in the back of the
van. Just another miracle.
For a long
time I was an isolated reader. It was a
rewarding experience to find the book on
my own, and then to come to believe by
faith that it was what it claimed to be.
But it’s always nice to find other
readers—I’ve met a few over the years.