WANTED to believe in God, but
could find no proof to support such a
belief. After having read every book on
religion and metaphysics that I could
get my hands on, there I was, 33 years
old, not really believing anything.
Barrie mentioned a book that a friend of
his, Pat, had encouraged him to read.
Barrie didn’t like reading, so Pat
suggested that I might like to read it.
But I didn’t want to read any more
books—I’d had enough!
Barrie came home with Pat’s Urantia
Book. He set it down on the kitchen
table and left it there. It sat there
for days and days before I finally
looked through it. Then I began to read
little bits, and then more, and more.
I’ve been enthralled ever since.
interesting how the book came into Pat’s
hands, in the remote, rural interior of
British Columbia. Pat was a carpenter,
and he frequently worked with Larry,
another carpenter. Larry had been
working in another valley, about thirty
miles from ours, clearing a burned-out
homestead in order to begin building
another house. In the ruins of this
house he found the Urantia Book,
completely unharmed by the fire. After
reading it and finding it to be an
incredible revelation, he eventually
gave the book to Pat.
It seems that
the old homestead had been populated by
Americans who had fled to Canada to
avoid being drafted during the Vietnam
War. Many of these people simply
squatted on the land and later returned
to the United States, so we assumed that
they had brought the Urantia Book with
It is amazing
that this book did not burn up in the
fire. To me, it is just as incredible
that it came to be in my hands. I had
been searching for many years, and can
only believe that these events are
absolute proof of the work of our unseen
friends doing the Father’s will.