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Marilyn and I usually go to the farm (Harvest Haven) once a week, with a few stops before we get there. By the time we arrive, we’ve often had some kind of interesting encounter.
The morning of June 6, 2025, was more than an “interesting encounter.”
Marilyn had to do a deposit at our bank in West Lethbridge. When she returned to the van and was getting in, a fellow in his late thirties was waving at us to stop. He had just had a brief interaction with another man who was shaking his head and jumping into his pickup truck.
“Wait, wait! Don’t close the door,” he urgently called out to Marilyn.
With an emotional and harried approach, he immediately made a plea for $120. He claimed he urgently needed it for a deposit to book the German Club in Lethbridge for a celebration for his mother that evening.
“I need $200 for the deposit, but I have $80. I only need $120 more that I just don’t have.”
Okay, so I suppose that’s what he had just asked for from the fellow who was shaking his head.
As we hesitated and looked at this fellow skeptically, he continued, “I had booked the Martha Retreat Center for this family event, but when I went to take some food items there, the room was being used by the RCMP with a firearms display. The Retreat Center said they had made a mistake and couldn’t do anything for me.
“My sister found the German Club, but we need a deposit of $200 right away to hold it.”
Marilyn asked, “Why don’t you just get your deposit back from Martha’s to pay for the new place?”
“It’s a Catholic charity organization operating on donations, so it doesn’t refund freewill deposits,” he replied.
You’d think that because it’s their mistake, they would refund the money, no matter that they’re “charitable.”
As we questioned this fellow further, he assured us that he would eTransfer the money to us that afternoon, with a generous interest bonus. During this exchange, he said he was a self-employed construction contractor, and he sent us his Alberta driver’s licence information to our cell phone to prove we could trust him.
He was Jordan William Bennett, with a date of birth September 1987, living at 257 Heritage Blvd West, Lethbridge, which is close to the bank. His photo matched, and so did his hands, apparently roughened from such an occupation as he claimed to have.
He pointed to a black pick-up truck parked just behind us, “That’s my truck there.”
At the same time, he hollered at someone, asking if he needed to move his truck, which was parked in front of a delivery truck. It seemed like it wasn’t necessary at the moment.
This person, a thin, rugged-looking older man in a safety vest, walked by and discussed Jordan’s situation briefly.
He suggested to him, “You could go to the bank, write out a check, and then make sure to make a quick deposit to cover it before it gets cashed; problem solved.”
Jordan looked sideways at us and said, “Hey, I wouldn’t do that! That would be fraud! It wouldn’t be right. I’m not like that.”
The fellow walked off the scene, saying he’d help if he could, but was unable to do so.
Jordan said that he knew this fellow and had done work for his father.
Jordan continued to plead with us, “Look, I’ll pay you back this afternoon as soon as I cash a check I’m getting. Lend me the money, and I’ll pay you $200 for the $120 just for a few hours of helping me. Please, I’m in a bind. I don’t know what to do!”
I was reminded to ask the Lord for His direction.
I said, “I’ll tell you what we can do. I’m going to ask the Lord what I should do.”
Jordan concealed some reaction, not expecting this. I bowed my head and said, “Lord, what do we do? Please tell us.”
Jordan blurted out, “Hey, I agree with this. I’m Catholic!”
The answer I immediately heard was, “It’s not up to you to solve his problem. He can find another solution.”
I thought for a moment or two and wondered if I had heard correctly.
Then, I said, “This is against my better judgment, but we’ll lend you the money.”
I was thinking, “We have the money. What if I should give it to him? How would I like it if I were in a pinch and asked someone for a loan and they didn’t give it to me? Was the Lord testing me? The Lord didn’t say I shouldn’t give him the money.”
We felt to hand Jordan two $100 bills. I don’t know if he had the $80 he said he had and could give us as change, and we didn’t ask. We gave him the full amount he said he needed.
He thanked us and promised to call us at the farm by 3:00 pm to repay us. He also promised to pay us a bonus, which varied from $50 to doubling the loan.
Having his money, he was gone.
Just as soon as we left the parking lot of the bank, I knew for certain we “were had,” that is, we were taken advantage of through deceit. These kinds of things so trouble me; I feel so foolish, so naïve. But, in this case, I received a slight feeling that all would be okay.
Arriving at the farm, I said, “We just had an incident at the bank, and before I tell you what it was, I’d like to hear from you as to whether it was good or bad.”
I told them nothing more. Martin, Jeannie, Ronnie, and James agreed that it was a good thing that happened, even a blessing.
I recounted the incident to them. You’d think it wasn’t a good thing after all, but they all maintained their positions with conviction. Martin also said that, as I told the story, he knew that the man was lying to us, but that it was still okay. I still didn’t feel good about the experience, but I was persuaded that it was good.
Later that afternoon, as Martin and I were walking down the main road of the farm, we were discussing various aspects of the interaction with Jordan Bennett.
Martin confidently stated, “This situation is going to be exactly like that situation with Jorge Sosa all those years ago. You were debating whether to help him or not, knowing he was likely guilty of crimes in Guatemala. You were unsure about Jordan as well, also knowing that he was likely untrustworthy.
“You gave $20,000 to cover Jorge’s legal defence fees. Being troubled, wondering if you did the right thing, you prayed. You knew there was an expected offering of $100,000 coming through and asked that God would double that offering as a confirmation that you had done the right thing with Jorge. Within days, you received $200,000! You received your gift to Jorge back ten times over, and this event will be the same.”
Martin paused for a minute, then continued, “I’m not sure ten times would make it worth it this time, knowing how much these kinds of events trouble you. Two thousand dollars isn’t enough to make this $200 loss and pain experience worth it.”
He laughed and continued, “You’re gonna need to get at least a hundred times for this to be worth it.”
I think I said something like, “Yes, we can joke about these things, but I agree…it wouldn’t be worth it at all.”
I didn’t know what to think, yet not taking lightly what Martin was saying.
Martin said assuredly, “I’m not entirely joking. The Lord will make it worth your while.”
Three o’clock came and went without hearing from Jordan Bennett. No surprise.
Added to the excitement of the day, our friends, Joey and Ashley Tezon, in Missouri, USA, were expecting their fifth child. Ashley was having labour pains, so the baby was about to be born. She was keeping Jeannie updated on the developments.
Joey and Ashley came to fellowship with us through The Path of Truth on the internet. They have four young, precious daughters, and wanted a boy. Since Ashley had been experiencing a few health problems, they thought it wise not to have any more children. Well, God had other plans.
Sure enough, that evening, Ashley gave birth at home to a healthy baby boy. They didn’t have a name for him that evening, but days later, entirely uninformed of our Bennett event, the Tezons called their precious arrival Caleb Bennett.
Caleb was a faithful man of God who crossed the Jordan River and entered Canaan, the promised land of milk and honey, as an Israelite spy along with 11 others. Of the 12 spies, only Caleb and Joshua (Jesus/Yeshua) believed God and His promise to give them the land of Canaan.
That day, we encountered two Jordans, Jordan Bennett, and the name of one faithful spy who crossed the Jordan River into the Promised Land, Caleb, and returned with a good report. The other faithful spy was Joshua (Yahshuah/Jesus). So much could be said of all this, but another time.
Here’s the email from the Tezons announcing their new son’s name.
Hello Victor and Marilyn!
I hope the both of you are doing well.
I know you both already know that we gave birth a few days ago, but wanted to personally share the news and express our thankfulness to the both of you.
I hear you were anticipating the name reveal 😊 much like our other children with the exception of Jules, we still did not have a name upon arrival.
We ended up naming him Caleb Bennett. It was not a name that we initially had in mind, but after he was born, I told Joey he looked like a Caleb. After looking up the meaning and the significance of the name in the Bible, we felt we had no choice but to name him Caleb.
“Caleb” means faithful and wholehearted. Caleb was a spy along with Joshua who entered the promised land and believed in God’s power and promises even during difficult times. He was known for his unwavering faith, loyalty, and trust in God. A good reminder to not complain 😊. We liked “Bennett” because it means “blessed.” We have been very blessed…had no idea we would have another child which is a blessing in and of itself and the Lord saw us through, blessing every detail of this baby being born.
I told Jeannie that I was ashamed that I had any doubts and fears along the way. Every detail about his birth was absolutely perfect that there was no doubt that the Lord had His hand in all of it.
Caleb was born 8 pounds 4 ounces, 20 inches long. So responsive, good reflexes, good latch and great color. The absolute ideal birth that the Lord saw through.
The Lord is so good! He has blessed us immensely.
I’m thankful for your prayers and encouragement!
Ashley END
Jeannie wrote me the following in response to Ashley’s letter.
When Ashley texted the name to me the night before this email was sent, I laughed. Bennett! I had no idea it meant “blessing,” and I knew immediately that the Lord had named this child. He was born the same day that Jordan Bennett stole the money from Victor, and it was also the beginning of the Sabbath. I don’t think that’s without meaning either. This is a major event marked by the birth of a child, a desired son, affecting more than just Victor. This blessing reached all those who love Victor. END
There was no dismissing this as just a coincidence. We hadn’t even thought of looking up the meaning of the name “Bennett,” and here were the Tezons without any knowledge of our experience, naming their son “Bennett” and confirming what we had witnessed with all of us at the lunch table that afternoon.
It was confirmation that the Lord was blessing me in this whole circumstance, despite my doubts and feelings of foolishness. I believed it was a blessing, though there still lingered with me the negative taste of the experience.
I pondered the whole situation for the next couple of weeks. I knew it was significant, but I didn’t understand what had happened or what was happening.
I still felt deceived by Jordan Bennett and was wondering why the Lord had let it happen. I had thought things had changed for the better after years of struggling with similar situations. Martin would remind me that I wasn’t deceived and had given to Jordan, knowing full well that he was most likely a conman. He said I chose against “my better judgment” and gave to a man who said he was in need.
But this didn’t make me feel any better. Why had I given to a conman when I knew better? Why am I always getting sucked into stuff like this? It was my usual turmoil, with no clear resolution, despite searching for one and receiving explanations or rationalizations.
As usual, according to the Lord’s Word many years ago, my “contemplation of matters was of no consequence.”
The story wasn’t over, and unlike in years past, where I had to wait for years or decades to receive understanding or closure on a certain matter, the Lord was no longer going to test my faith and patience.
On March 20, 2024, the Lord had spoken to me in a dentist’s chair, 444 days before the Jordan Bennett incident of June 6, 2025 that my “time of trial was over.” Only hours before that, He had strongly tried my faith by presenting me with a choice of whether to continue on the trip to the dentist in Calgary in dangerous weather and terrible, icy driving conditions. He would no longer be testing my faith, obedience, or patience. He is faithful to His Word. When He said, “Your time of trial is over,” I thought he was just addressing my dental needs and anxieties, but there was much more to it than that.
I soon understood that those words weren’t just about dental challenges, but pertained to my life, relationship with Marilyn, and our walk of faith all these years. Something to be very thankful for. It was the end of a painful lifetime and the beginning of a new, victorious, and glorious age. It was finally here.
The roads that day were sheer ice. And Marilyn was a strong force of unbelief and opposition to continuing the trip to Calgary. It was no doubt a dangerous move, against the weather warnings and public traffic notices to stay off the highways. I had to stand against the evidence, reason, and Marilyn’s fears.
In my Theo-autobiography, I describe how I failed many tests and hung my head in shame over them. I’m so thankful God’s grace prevailed this time, against the temptation to return home in the face of such dangerous driving conditions when taking the risk wasn’t urgently necessary. When you learn about the facts and essence of this event, you may marvel and celebrate with me.
What’s the significance of 444 days between this trip to Calgary and the Jordan Bennett encounter?
It occurred to Jeannie to see if there was a time relationship between the Word I had heard in the dentist’s chair and the robbery at the bank. “Four” stands for earthly things. I see the robbery as an end to the earthly or fleshly suffering I’ve endured, as the Lord promised.
I had no idea the process was over a period of 72 years – an entire lifetime.
Two weeks after the Jordan Bennett incident, Marilyn and I headed to the farm for our weekly visit. On the way there, we stopped at the post office in Monarch to pick up the mail. There was a letter from Jorge R., a fellow living in the USA who has been reading at the Path of Truth for years.
We hadn’t heard from him for a couple of years, so it was nice to see his letter. We weren’t sure if we would hear from him, considering that many others had come and, at some point, gone their way, and we didn’t hear from them again.
Along with a warm greeting and expression of thankfulness for all the Lord has given me to share with him, including my music, Jorge included a check for $15,000 USD. He had sent offerings before, but nothing of this magnitude. His letter:
May 24, 2025
Good Sabbath Victor
It is so good to hear from you Victor!
I just can’t believe it has been almost 2 years!!
I have been here with ups and downs. I just don’t know what to do other than to trust the Lord. I know that I trust the Lord Jesus Christ and I believe you are That Prophet sent by the Lord. I really feel that in my heart and my spirit. I am sorry I did not communicate in so long. I am still watching your videos and writings on TPOT and also in the pod bean app. I really appreciate it.
We are doing good, the restaurant is time consuming and even on days off things always come up like a broken ac unit or the refrigerator no longer works or the cooks run out of something!! Smiling!!
I hope you are doing good, God bless you Victor, and there is no mistake on my part to make this offering to the Lord [my emphasis with bold type]. Please receive this offering unto the Lord Jesus Christ.
God Bless you Victor, and I bless you in Jesus Christ.
Jorge!
Having to deposit this check, we headed to the same bank in West Lethbridge where we had encountered Jordan Bennett two weeks earlier. After this stop, we went to the farm.
Sitting down for lunch with everyone, we started sharing the events of the week and the letter we had just received.
Martin pulled out his phone and was doing some calculations. He waited for a break in the conversation with a grin on his face.
He started by reminding me of the conversation we had along the road about giving to Jorge Sosa and receiving back tenfold, and how this time I would or “should” receive at least a hundredfold of what was taken from me.
According to his calculations, after changing US dollars to Canadian dollars, the check was worth $20,500.
Let’s consider what has happened.
We had been conned in that bank’s parking lot. Who knew that the very next time we were back in that same parking lot, we’d be returning with 100 times what we had “lent” to Jordan Bennett? Who would believe it?
Who, in one lifetime, gives $20,000 to a man with no expectation of receiving it back, only to receive the same amount, and that, from a man of the same name many years later?
It’s not like “Jorge” is a common name in Canada. How can you make this stuff up?
It’s not like we encounter 2 Bennetts at once.
It’s not like we initially knew we were blessed in the encounter, and certainly not as it happened.
It’s not like the American/Canadian dollar exchange would coincide as it did.
It’s not like there was any possibility that the multiples of $200, $20,000, and $200,000 would coincide as they did.
It’s not that so many other things, seemingly unrelated would coincide as they did – the ice storm, the timely birth of a baby boy called “Blessing,” the Word from the Lord in the dentist’s chair, and Martin’s prophecy.
And what if we had only given Jordan Bennett the $120 he was asking for? I was fairly certain he was a scammer, and somehow we were still given to be generous. It was against my better judgment, and I told Jordan so. And yet, we were blessed according to what we gave, and beyond. If I did a stupid thing, I’d have to say that “stupid” works.
Who can comprehend God’s ways?
Martin had said, “You’ll need AT LEAST a hundred times to make it worth your while.” I agreed, and the Lord provided a hundred times (plus a little extra “for the trouble”?).
The Lord had said, “Your time of trial is over.” I no longer have to “do things right.” I no longer have to worry about letting Him down or getting it wrong. Even if I’m the “fool” that gives even more to the scammer than he’s asking for, the Lord returns it to me ONE HUNDREDFOLD! I am that vulnerable sparrow He won’t allow me to be hurt.
I don’t have to keep my guard up. I don’t have to protect my interests.
By the way, the name “Jorge” means “soil worker.” I don’t have to be smart. I don’t even have to work anymore, emotionally or worriedly, with anxiety, vexation, and disappointment with myself. Then the litmus tests came.
Months later, in January of 2026, we had a shocking loss at the farm due to ignorance and inexperience. A far lesser loss at one time, not that long ago, would have troubled me terribly. This time, with a sudden 100% loss of our layer hen operation, it didn’t trouble me.
Oh, we were all of us saddened and disappointed, some even to tears, understandably so, but in my case, I was not disturbed as would have been expected of me in the past. I recalled the Lord’s promise at the dentist’s, “Your time of trial is over.”
Would you believe it? God wasn’t done. Would you like to hear about “the cherry on top,” God’s final touch as a delightful treat? In one of these few sad days, Martin was on his knees as usual, stoking a fire in a wood stove, praying, and giving thanks. He was very sad about the tragedy. His knees were getting a bit stiff and sore, so he decided to find something to sit on. Remembering some folding chairs we had for many years in storage, he chose one and returned to his fire.
After using the chair, Martin folded it up and noticed on the back of it the name “Bennett.” He paused in quiet amazement. In his grief, there again appeared the name, meaning, “blessing.” Martin received this moment as a reminder and confirmation from Almighty God that this whole event was not in vain or a perpetual loss. It was a blessing. The Lord was trebling one of His coincidental confirmations for good measure. We didn’t have only two, but three “Bennetts.” The whole event was a blessing in disguise.
Martin checked the remaining two identical folding chairs in storage. No name on those, only on the one he had chosen without realizing it.
Something had changed. It was a blessing. Also, we had a quiet assurance that in this tragedy, all would be well as a result. It was a strange and unexpected experience, one of comfort and reassurance. As a result of the event, we are greatly blessed in many ways and prepared for new, greater, and necessary changes.
This was very unusual. This blessing was in the year 2026, a year I prophesied would be one of blessings,” an answer to my prayer that God would bless me.
I’ve learned by experience that with a spiritual (inner) healing or deliverance comes the revelation of the origin of its need.
WHERE AND HOW HAD THIS LIFELONG TROUBLING STARTED?
So, we know when this lifelong emotional, spiritual, and psychological ordeal ended. But when and how did it begin? As God would have it, the origin of the problem is subsequently revealed as part of the healing, cleansing, or deliverance.
This is one of the greatest of my stories to tell of the Glorious Wonders of an Undeniably Totally Sovereign Being, God, Almighty! I have golden proof that Jesus Christ is Lord. I am in awe of the One Most Hated by all men. Fortunate are those who can receive this phenomenal true story that unequivocally testifies to the Existence and Sovereignty of God.
I’ve waited over 70 years to be comforted in the persistent, intermittent wounds of God. It started when I was 7 years old and was farmed out by my biological parents to my father’s uncle and aunt, who became my “stepparents” for most of my first 2 years of elementary school.
With my uncle, I was unexpectedly destined to begin a great torment until age 79. This suffering was ended by the amazing life experience I just shared with you. These are undeniably purposed and coordinated coincidences perfectly designed for all our sakes and for the Lord’s Great Glory as our only Savior, Healer, and God.
We can barely scratch the surface of it all. Truly, God performs a “million times a million” things at once in perfect order and harmony. How can this be? I’m not exaggerating. All has been one and will all be one forevermore. All of creation is the manifestation of Jesus Christ’s Person and Performance. Truly, He is the One God, and He has graciously manifested Himself to me as our Lord and God Who loves me beyond understanding.
There is no other God like Him. I can say this not only because I’ve never met another, but also because I know Him. That’s how I know.
Those who believe in the One and Only Lord God of the Universe believe on the One known in Hebrew as Yeshua HaMashiach, Who came from Heaven through Judah, a tribe of God’s chosen people, Israel. Which means He came as a Jew. Jews have been the most hated of all people on earth of all time. Why? Because ever since the disobedience in the Fall, men have been so alienated from Him. By this Jew of Whom I now testify, you will recognize the Finger of God Almighty, Who is Faithful, True, and Whose purposes are gloriously manifold and undeniable.
I have had many miraculous healings and spiritual deliverances in my lifetime since meeting the Lord Jesus Christ when I was nearly 27 years old. They are documented in my Theo-autobiography, What the Lord Has Done With Me. I declare this event to be the crowning experience of them all. Until His next step!
Often when I received a healing, it was one I barely realized I needed, and when it came, I thought, “Wow! That’s a biggie, likely the biggest healing I’ll ever need, like a final arrival.” Then, even years later, I was brought to another victory, a deliverance greater than those before. This has gone on all these years.
Hidden spiritual needs kept surfacing as time went on and were addressed with deliverance and victory. In some cases, it seemed that these healings were complete, but I came to realize they came in layers, as with an onion. One layer would come off, and another would appear.
But now, I’m so eager and excited to tell you of a healing I’ve needed for 72 years, one I thought I had received at various times. Painful, embarrassing, tragic, humbling incidents in my life, but the layers kept coming.
I have good reason to believe the work within is finally complete. The evidence is there with many connections from multiple directions, independent of each other, yet coming together in ways only an Omnipotent God can accomplish. There is no other possible explanation. One might try to brush these claims away as mere imagination or superstition. The problem for the doubters is that the undeniable facts will speak for themselves.
But haven’t we been here before, presuming the work was finally complete? This time is different than all others by far. Many marvelously related loose ends from a lifetime are tied together at once with yet other new, apparently unrelated elements.
It’s evident that while my two appointed earthly fathers did as they pleased with me, they didn’t know what they were doing. All these things were purposed by God, creating both good and evil to accomplish His Will.
As Joseph, son of Jacob, said to his brothers when they sought to kill him and sold him into slavery to strangers, “You meant it for evil, but God meant it for good.” In his great sufferings under their hands, Joseph came to understand the Sovereignty of God in all of His creation and thus forgave his brothers. He knew they were serving God’s necessary, immutable, and inescapable will. None of it was their “fault,” though they were instrumental in the process.
So with my parents. Therefore, seeing all these evil things from them are of God, I must forgive them, and as I do, so my Heavenly Father also forgives me, and we find that all things work together for good to them that love God (Romans 8:28).
Now, here’s the story. It began when my great uncle Bill and great aunt visited neighbors, bringing me with them when I was about seven. The neighbors had a son who was a year or two older than I was.
In those days, boys commonly had wallets with a section for bills and a pouch for change. This boy, Jimmy Pshebnicki, and I took pride in our fat wallets full of coins. We were showing off our riches to one another.
During the visit, Jimmy had a tiny plain key chain he wanted to sell me. Something I had little or no idea of its worth. He gave the pitch, pressured me, I went for it, I diminished my precious savings by a dime, and he enlarged his by the same.
On our way home that night, I told Uncle what I had done. Unexpectedly, his reaction was one of the worst experiences I have ever had. I had no idea how much it would impact me with torment. He was scornful; he mocked and severely scolded me.
“Were you ever stupid! What a fool you are! Ten cents for a tiny key chain?! How could you? Boy, did he suck you in! Was that ever stupid!”
Words of severe censuring, mocking, and shouting. He went on and on about it. My aunt sat by, saying nothing.
The unpleasantness was indelibly etched into my soul. And there was nothing I could do about it. Since that time, I was fearful of any kind of financial transaction, afraid I would be made a fool of by paying too much, or by being talked into something I didn’t want.
I was determined to get anything for as little as possible. I’ve hurt and frustrated a lot of people, treating them unfairly, loving mammon, and not my neighbor. I’ve not been a generous person or a liberal soul but for God’s grace.
Ironically, that sort of attitude of determination to get the upper hand never pays, even if one succeeds in getting their way. It kills others. It killed me. Those of you who read my Theo-autobiography, What the Lord Has Done With Me, will be well informed of my lifetime struggles and helplessness as a repentant Christian since 1973 in trying to be God-focused and not money-focused. It’s been pure Hell.
While prayer would help, I never completely overcame the problem, though at several times there appeared to be a victory. Every so often, someone would come along and remind me with more of the same, more regret for how much I paid for something, even when it was a fair transaction, even weighed in my favor. I would love bargains and hate having paid “too much.”
I also found that what you fear always tends to overtake you, like a magnet attracts a nail when the two come close together. And with such bondage, it’s never enough of a bargain, and the “victories” you enjoy are handily spoiled by the “failures” of the past or even by the guilt I felt for overpowering someone and by getting “too good a deal.”
It has been said, “Give someone a million dollars and they will love you for it, but then give them a swift kick in the shins, and they will as swiftly hate you, forgetting about the million dollars.”
Jesus said, “Beware of covetousness,” and “A man’s life does not consist in the abundance of that which he possesses.”
That fat wallet of change I prized that day was indifferent to the dime missing. Had nothing been said, I wouldn’t have missed the ten cents, either. And I most certainly didn’t enjoy the key chain. What a tragedy over so little a matter – a lifetime of regret, fear, torment, and bondage!
But here’s the kicker. As forlorn and regretful as I may sound about that event, I have learned the Truth of it. I know God meant it for good, and I am now thankful for it. Especially, with what has happened to crown the experience with the Wonderful Knowledge of God and His Ways.
When I first began to regret foolishness, loss, and failure as a general outlook on my past life, the Lord spoke to me and said, “Replenish, replenish, I will replenish.” This was when Marilyn and I were on the road for two years.
During that time, I restored a lost 16-inch split rim tire to a foolish, reckless, drunken driver, the kind of tire I could use and valued, and one like I had lost a couple of years earlier. The Lord spoke to me and said, “As you have returned to another that which he has lost, so I will return to you that which you have lost.”
The Lord taught me a few things by the Jordan Bennett incident, where he robbed me of $200 while we gave it to him. For one, Martin pointed out that we gave more than he asked for, according to the Lord’s counsel. I don’t recall having given anyone much more than they asked for when begging.
The Lord says, “When they ask you for your jacket, give them your shirt, too.”
In other words, be liberal in your spirit of giving.
And, “Don’t hold back when you have it by you to give to him that asks.”
Interestingly, the Lord was teaching me that the pain of such an experience of loss was not primarily one of loss, or not even the amount of loss. One’s ego is the crux of the pain – being fooled, taken advantage of, and the pain of being deceived and robbed – that is where the pain is greatest. It strikes at the heart of the matter and tries the heart of the giver.
In November of 1976, God sent a man, “Theo” to deliver a message to me at a men’s retreat in Canmore, Alberta. That was nearly 50 years ago. This is part of it:.
17 Behold, it was for my welfare
that I had great bitterness;
but in love You have delivered my life
from the pit of destruction,
for You have cast all my sins
behind Your back.
18 For Sheol [translated, “Hell”] does not thank You;
Death does not praise You;
those who go down to the pit do not hope
for Your faithfulness.
19 The living, the living, he thanks You,
as I do this day;
the father makes known to the children
Your faithfulness.
Isaiah 38:17–19 ESV
I’m now thankful. I can now declare for the first time after all those years, “It’s good to be alive.”
Victor Hafichuk
Feb. 7, 2026