As we walk by faith, things will occur in our lives we don’t understand. We all relate to the pain of troubling trials, and I hope we also have felt the comfort of life-changing tender mercies. In all I experience, I often ponder, “why?” but it really is an answer only a divine source can give. My friend John Butrick has a truly inspiring personal story of both trials and tender mercies which he has encouraged me to share.
John lost his father during an operation when he was only 5, and then his mother was diagnosed with cancer. They were living in Michigan, but moved to Washington so she could get treatment. Just 3-years later, the cancer took her and she died at 47, and so he became an orphan when he was just 13-years old. At that time his brother came to pick him up and took him to Iowa, where he could help with a dairy farm.
While there, a relative suggested they join the air force to avoid being drafted into the army for the Viet Nam conflict and he did so. There was a large group of them that were told, “You are going to be security forces.” He ended up in the conflict and was tasked with keeping their base perimeter secure while the Navy and other forces made a withdrawal. They were losing about 3-people a day from attacks.
At one point during his service, a rocket entered the hooch where they were sleeping. It bounced off a metal cabinet and threw John against a wall and went into the next hooch. The resulting explosion killed the people in the neighboring hooch and knocked him unconscious. Later he was serving on a tower about 35’ up. He was climbing down when a rocket struck the tower, knocking him unconscious again. This time, his legs fell through the rungs, leaving him hanging upside down. The NVA (North Vietnamese Army) came through that night, but must have assumed he was dead because they just left him there. He came to, just as reinforcements arrived to retake the position. They were amazed he was still alive and assisted him down.
When he returned from the service, he arrived in a town where he saw an ad asking for someone to help on a nearby dairy farm because the father was injured. He took that job and one night, he came in about 10 at night, took off his boots and set them next to his bed and lay down on the bed with his clothes on. He woke up to find he was in a sitting position on the bed but found his body was rigid and he couldn’t move, save for his eyes, but strangely, he felt no fear. Glancing around, he could see the minute hand on the clock and hear the neighboring room’s gas stove turning on and off. The he felt something inside of his chest pulling him upward toward the ceiling and the wall. For some 10-minutes, the pull grew stronger, like a powerful vacuum and he felt something within his body pressing inside. Something was approaching and when it arrived, he said, “It’s here” and his spirit left his body. He shot out and saw the earth. At that point there was a loud voice, so loud he felt Earth and Heaven could all hear it. Then he saw a shadow of a trumpet and felt inspired to exclaim, “Gabriel’s trumpet!” He felt a powerful love associated with what he saw next. “I saw a huge light out there that was controlling all of the galaxies, all revolving around this central light. I exclaimed, “Oh God, this is how you made this planet! It is so amazing how you made it!” My soul was so happy I just wanted to be in it forever. Then a second wave of love hit me that was so much greater than the first love I felt. It was associated with a planet or place, but I saw no planet.” He then related that he was elevated to a third sphere whose love and beauty were so far beyond his ability to comprehend that it left him without capacity to describe. It filled his soul such that he just wanted to praise God forever and ever. When he finally returned to his body, he was still in a sitting position and suddenly fell back on his pillow. The clock showed that 10-minutes had passed. He was wide awake and immediately jumped up and went outside and looked up at a beautiful star-filled sky and pondered what had just happened.
He drove into the small city, and seeing a cafe, stopped to get refreshment and inquire where there might be a church. There was an empty seat at the end of the barstools and he sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and asked the man next to him about churches in the area. The man said, “There is a church nearby. I teach there in the basement, but the congregation doesn’t know I’m there teaching about Jesus Christ.” John assumed that he must be a preacher there and told him what had happened and asked him what he thought the spiritual manifestation meant. Though he hadn’t told the man his name, the man stood up and said, “John, it means that God has a plan for you.” The man then excused himself and went into the bathroom a mere 15’ away. John watched him enter and waited for him, but he didn’t return. After what seemed 20-minutes, he asked the waitress if there was another door to the bathroom, to which she responded, “That is the only door.” He went in to find there was no one there and no other way out. John chose not to pursue looking for the nearby church, because, in his words, “He was an angel, and I had my answer.”
At one point, John was working in Georgia and began praying to find a wife. During this time his brother came to him and said, “Mom came to me in a dream and told me to come and get you.” John related, “We went a few weeks later to Lake Cavenaugh and a woman named Gail came in the room and a warm feeling ran down my spine. Two-weeks later, we were dating and soon after that we were married. After first offering those prayers to find my wife, it took 2-years and God taking me some 2500 miles to finally meet Gail.”
Regarding his spiritual manifestation, which he only told to his wife, she would tell him, “Someday you will understand why.” They lived happily together but then, in their later years, his wife got dementia. John cared for her, but as the dementia progressed, he sought for help and his daughter offered him to join her family in Utah. While in Utah, he was introduced to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints’ missionaries and he began studying the “Mormon Bible.” He began praying to know if it was a true book. He started reading the section where Lehi and then Nephi see the vision of the Tree of Life. When the fruit of the tree was described as the ‘Love of God’ the same powerful love that he had felt in his spiritual experience came over him. He put the book down and with tears in his eyes, he exclaimed, “Now I know that Joseph Smith is the prophet for the whole world and the Book of Mormon is a true book.” This was further confirmed when the missionaries taught him about the three degrees of glory each with successively greater capacity to feel and communicate love.
At the age of 72, John became a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I first met him at his baptism, but when the service was over, I couldn’t return home. The Spirit constrained me instead to go to visit John at his home, and in the hour I spent there getting to know him, we began to share some very spiritual experiences and John felt inspired that he could tell me his story. John and I minister together now to others in the area and are dear friends. I wouldn’t have recorded his story here, but I had a dream where I had a special opportunity to hear John Butrick sing. It was beautiful and carried an undeniable Spirit of truth and humble power and in my dream I wanted very much to record it. When I woke, I felt powerfully impressed that I needed to write his story.
John feels his mission is to guide both his family and others he can touch, and he is now a temple worker, assisting God’s work on both sides of the veil. Bless you John, and all who read this who are also pondering God’s marvelous work.
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