PART NINE – Signs of New Times (cont.)
I received some understanding of my life’s dealings and relationship with my mother and sister and decided to write them:
TO: Anne Hafichuk
Ron and Barb Hrehirchuk
All others concerned
March 2, 2001
I have borne witness to all of you of the Lord Jesus Christ, in God’s idea of perfection (obviously not yours or mine), in my frailty or what the apostle Paul called the “foolishness of preaching.” As with the apostle Paul and all other saints, I know that in myself, that is, in my flesh, “dwells no good thing.” That is the way it is. Nevertheless, Paul preached in spite of his infirmity, sent by God to do so, to bear witness to unbelievers. There were those who believed the Gospel and many more who didn’t. Jesus declared that those nearest of kin to His disciple would be his foes. He declared that a prophet is not recognized in his own country. So it has been between you and me.
From the day I believed, 28 years ago, you have not believed, but have opposed and shunned me till now. You have laid all blame for the break and lack in our relationship squarely on me and have rejected all accountability for yourselves.
I’ve tried to tell you that the Lord has apprehended me and given me to know the truth, that you haven’t known the truth, and that you don’t know it now. I’ve tried many times to make amends, if perchance there was faltering or unfairness or selfishness or pride or pushiness or anything else to correct on my part. I have bared my heart to you, to no avail. My apologies or efforts to make peace fell on deaf ears and hard hearts. But it’s clear that unless I agree with your views and thinking, I’m rejected by you. There’s no heart in you to believe the truth in the Lord Jesus Christ.
Mother, you say that you pray, giving thanks and praise to God every day. But I am one with Him and He dwells in me, has chosen me as His vessel of honor to walk with Him and He with me. I’ve taken up the cross and followed Him into death and then life. He confides to me, loves me, and reveals to me those things which are withheld from multitudes… billions of people, billions. If you dishonor me, you dishonor Him; if you reject me, you reject Him; if you fault me, you fault Him because we’re one. Even as Jesus was one with the Father, so am I now one with Jesus Christ, bone of His bone and flesh of His flesh. In John 17, He prayed that we would be one as He and the Father were one, and His prayer was answered, not only for me, but for many others.
Barbara, you have spoken of knowing God, of worshiping and praying to Him. But as I’ve said to your mother, so I say to you: Inasmuch as you have done what you have done to the least of His brethren, you’ve done it to Him. I’m His brother and if you were His sister, you would love me and seek fellowship, companionship with me. But you don’t. You, in fact, hate me, and you hate God. You may love a god concocted in your own vain imaginations and those of your spiritual mentors, but you don’t love God, the Creator of all things, as He truly is. I’ve tried to tell you that which I know, for your sakes….
And you hate me for it even as He said that those who truly believed in Him would be hated by the world. Only one thing would have pleased you at one time, and that was if I were to “return to the fold” of family, of Catholicism, of all the old and dark ways of the world, which you’re still in and from which I was thankfully delivered. And now not even a return on my part to your ways and thoughts would suffice you, not that such is any longer possible or that I would do it if it were. Truly, it’s utterly unthinkable, as unthinkable as almost anything one could imagine.
You could have had so much more than you’ve had in your lives, you and your families, but you wouldn’t listen. You all dwell in death and hell. You’re all dead in your sins and trespasses, and refuse life. God knows I’ve tried; my hands are clean of your blood.
On March 3, 2001, I wrote a six-page letter to Jean, confronting her on several issues, particularly because of her many and significant errors she was believing, speaking, and exampling in the Name of the Lord. What a lawless bunch are so many who profess His Name! It makes me angry.
Ingrid said that when she doubted what I say and have said, her mind went blank. I said it was the opposite of a cult situation (of which we are accused of being).
Joseph Gregoire vehemently attacked me, saying he would wish me dead and that I’m full of the Devil. He claimed to be an atheist and evolutionist, but apparently he believes in the Devil.
With the Gregoires presently accosting Ingrid, and her parents soon to come and do the same, she was concerned for the child she was carrying and close to delivering. She was having several frightful dreams.
Ian Lawson, the senior pastor of E-Free, called and came by on the Sabbath to visit Ingrid. We told him the revelation we had received of Pascal and how it contradicted what he had said about Pascal being saved. We discussed many matters and we had the impression that Ian walked away a bit shaken, having been confronted with truth in many ways. He confessed that his visit was partly encouraged by John Straat, who viewed us as undesirable. As he left, he expressed thankfulness that Ingrid had not fallen into Mormon hands; he said that he had no concern of her association with us.
I talked to Wayne and Gary Chute of the SDAs. Wayne, the older brother, fell off the roof and broke his hip. Ben Lacanilao’s daughter was in a severe auto accident. He had been arrogant with me. I had no doubt others there were suffering the fruits of their obstinate ways. I would that these things weren’t so, but given their conduct, these kinds of things were fully expected. I’d seen them time and time again. I told the Chutes that these happenings were warnings and judgments from the Lord, but they didn’t believe me.
On March 17 or 18, 2001, Lois had a vision wherein she saw people in a pocket or sack of light, surrounded by pressuring darkness trying to quench the light, but there was a thin, open connection between the pocket and a space above full of bright light. The flow of light through the tube-like connection was in both directions, up and down.
Ingrid decided to go back to Belgium. She had been spending the weekly Sabbaths with us, calling and asking questions about spiritual matters.
Today, the 24th of March, she called to let us know that at 7:18 a.m., she gave birth at the Raymond hospital to a healthy baby girl. Her name is Alexandra.
I’d had struggles with what to do with Jonathan on the Sabbath. Do we let him go on trips with the Cubs? Do we do this or not do that? It came to me that the Sabbath is a gift, irrevocable, above and beyond the day itself. Wherever and whenever we go, we are the Sabbath. Jonathan takes the gift of the Sabbath wherever he goes because he is mine and my blessing is his. We are not bound to the legalities of the day – we are above them; laws are not at all what the Sabbath is all about.
In fact, the Sabbath is quite contrary to, the antithesis of, the Law, though also at once the embodiment and spirit of it. That is why Jesus told the crippled man whom He had healed to take up his bed and walk. Was it necessary for him to do so? Not physically or morally or legally. It was made illegal by men to do so. In order for men to know the substance and glory of the rest of God, Jesus commanded the man, against the letter of men’s laws, to demonstrate the Law of the Kingdom of Heaven, a glorious thing.
On March 28th, Marilyn and I had another battle. She had been fretting all these days. On this day, she saw the word “scorner” in my letter to Paul and went ballistic again. There was no end to the pit she was in and insisted all others were in it but her. She took the high road – she was the righteous one and we were all the dark ones. She was the one who falsely prophesied, taught fornication in the Name of the Lord, committed adultery, rubbed our faces in it, cursed, spat, and snarled at me, wished I were dead, displayed her stubbornness, impudence, and nakedness before all, and concluded, yes, declared, that we were all legalistic, self-serving fools!
She had all kinds of inspirations and revelations, wouldn’t talk, told me a thousand times there was no talking to me, and then railed on me because she couldn’t talk to me.
Jonathan suffered listening and I would lose it, get sarcastic, remind her of her whoredoms, and curse her. Yes, indeed, I would curse her, not to her face, but as a coward, under my breath. Soon it would be out before all. We would finally perish, beating each other to death. I wanted a divorce. I was so sorry I didn’t let her go with Sean. He deserved her and she him. Apparently I deserved (or needed) her more.
Why should we live in mutual hatred? How was it doing Jonathan any good? I cursed the day we were married. What a fool, a wicked fool I’ve been! “Behold, for peace I had great bitterness!” Lord, how long? What was the issue?
The Lord alerted me to the fact that Marilyn was an accuser, standing against me in her bitterness. My eye became clear, and I could then perceive, after deliverance, her insidious influence against me, ever accusing, condemning, and using me to condemn others. She was my first-line enemy, the vanguard of the forces of darkness seeking to destroy me. I had lost sight of that in the past recent months but was now alerted again. Thank You, Lord.
On March 29th, we visited with Ingrid. She requested a blessing for her child, and I gave it. It came to me that Alexandra would be a marker, a division between past generations visited with iniquity and those hereon in under God’s blessing and protection.
Remarkably, the baby took on some of her maternal grandmother’s features and expressions. I saw significance in that. Ingrid rebelled, was aided by Pascal, and enmity and wrath arose between them and her family. Now, she was renewing and restoring relationships with her family and, with Pascal removed, making amends. This baby represented new and better things.
I had to rebuke Marilyn before all as the guilty party accusing me of evil. Lois had three dreams of Sean returned. Surely he had, and circumstances and their spirit had nearly returned in Marilyn to what we thought was removed – accusation, judgmentalism, snarling, and black faith – all utterly demonic. He had returned, yes, but he was an image she created, and she called on all of us to worship it. When we found fault with it instead, she flared up like Nebuchadnezzar, who was indignant when certain wouldn’t worship his image.
I don’t for a moment doubt that if all things were in her hands, she would throw us all in a furnace for each time we rejected to worship her image.
We talked the other day and Marilyn said she wouldn’t confide in me because she didn’t trust me. She didn’t trust me?! Really? She lied to me, betrayed me, went publicly whoring after another man, declared before all that she chose this creature from the pits who readily claimed everything, wouldn’t tell me she did so, and she didn’t trust me?!
How strong can delusion be? Because I got angry when she talked about her whoredoms, which continued to this very hour, she didn’t trust me. While this wretched whore copulated in soul and spirit before me, I was supposed to remain calm, composed, sympathetic, and even approving! If not… she didn’t trust me!
I had a talk with Peter Webber at his son Jeff’s birthday party at the Ramada Inn pool. I confided to Peter how I had seen Jonathan at toddler age and beyond as older than he was for his age. “It bothers me,” I said. Peter told me that such a scenario was common, especially with firstborn children.
There is a bond, as , between Marilyn and Jonathan, one I’ve envied. However, I can understand there ought to be such a bond between mother and child, particularly between them. After all, she won his favor and earned his appreciation in her devotion to his daily needs. But again, I found there to be an unhealthy aspect of their relationship that bothered me.
When wanting something, Jonathan often went to Marilyn first to win her favor or at least neutral stance on the matter. He then proceeded to see what I might have to say. If I denied him his request, though Marilyn may have approved it, I heard her often say, “Well, Jonathan, Dad said ‘no’ so we’ll have to leave it.” She sided with him and seldom with me. I could understand Jonathan using one parent to persuade another or setting one against the other to get his way, but I faulted Marilyn for not standing with me when I refused him certain requests. She sided with him; they were the victims, and I was the villain.
Marilyn formed Sean against me. Now she continued her witchcraft with Jonathan. She showered him with her affections, not realizing she devoured the fruit of her womb in doing so. But would she believe me if I told her? She believed nothing I had to say. To her, I was , a son of Belial, a tyrant, and an obstacle to her happiness. To her, I was dung, the dung of an unclean animal, not even fit for manure. A particularly tragic aspect of this situation was that we shared a son, who was taken by her for evil’s sake.
Whether for better or worse, I wrote a seven-page letter to Jonathan, openly expressing my perspective on his mother and all that had been and was happening.
The rebellious, atheistic world has declared, “God is dead.” Marilyn out of her own heart that I would die, because she wanted me dead. Senka, an acquaintance of ours, wouldn’t listen to me concerning her husband Dan, who had cancer. Why not? Did she secretly want him dead? Gala, another acquaintance, wouldn’t listen to me concerning her husband Igor’s welfare. I’ve seen where women have used and abused their husbands and then cast them off as they would used menstrual pads. Why?
Report after report came in of wives, in this day and age, leaving their husbands, often with contempt. Many do so in Jesus’ Name, saying the Lord told them to do so. What an evil day! Today Paul related to me exactly such a situation and shared our paper with a man torn by his situation.
Jean Bohne bought a copycat Chi Machine. I called her on April 8th to tell her she was a partaker with thieves in buying knock-off products (those people have illegally and/or immorally copied from original inventors, stealing their profits and deceiving the public with inferior merchandise). I was particularly annoyed with her for doing this because she professed to be a Christian while conducting herself as though there was nothing wrong.
In the conversation, she took the opportunity to tell me that the letter I sent her was from the pits of hell, suggestive and immoral, and that I was diabolical. I said, “We will see what the Lord does now.”
“Amen, brother!” she replied sarcastically. “We sure will, and that’s all I have to say.” She then hung up.
Disturbed, I asked the Lord if He had anything to say. He immediately brought to mind His words: “Rejoice when men revile you and speak all manner of evil falsely for My sake.” Praying further, I was reminded of the 1984 , some words of which were perfectly appropriate.
Not many days later, I received a call from Jean. She asked to talk to me. I replied, “Speaking,” and she proceeded to tell me she had two witnesses on line in a conference call, a woman and a man, Sharon and Joe. Jean then notified me that she wanted no more phone calls, letters, or any other kind of contact with me or anyone associated with me. “Is that clearly understood?” she asked.
I told her I understood and asked her if these were witnesses for spiritual or legal purposes. She replied that they were both. I said, “That is some Christian testimony you have, Jean,” and hung up.
Why had I been pursuing her so relentlessly? In a remarkable way, I would find out who her witnesses were.
About April 10, 2001, I had a vision of a soldier retreating in some fear or doubt from the enemy. While he was retreating, he was taking shots at his own people, soldiers, here and there.
I didn’t know what to make of that vision. Was it expressing the consequences of someone in unbelief? Did I do the saints harm with unbelief? I should think so. But I didn’t see the vision applying to me, though it may. As I put these last two particles together, I think of Jean, who professes to be in the Lord’s army, believing, then killing those in His army as she retreats in fear. Is this not a common occurrence?
Mariko Shinji returned to us – for how long, who knows? Ever since Mark met her in Japan, he expressed feelings and a desire to marry her.
If this is the day of the Feast of Tabernacles (and it is) and the Parousia now in progress (which it is), then why is it not so evident or glorious and excelling that which came before? As I wondered, I found the answer in 2 Corinthians 3:4-18:
2 Corinthians 3:4-18 MKJV
(4) And we have such trust through Christ toward God,
(5) not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think anything as of ourselves, but our sufficiency is of God;
(6) Who also has made us able ministers of the new covenant; not of the letter, but of the Spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit makes alive.
(7) But if the ministry of death, having been engraved in letters in stone, was with glory (so that the sons of Israel could not steadfastly behold the face of Moses because of the glory of his face), which was being done away;
(8) shall not the ministry of the Spirit be with more glory?
(9) For if the ministry of condemnation is glorious, much more does the ministry of righteousness exceed in glory.
(10) For even that which was made glorious had no glory in this respect, because of the glory that excels.
(11) For if that which has been done away was glorious, much more that which remains is glorious.
(12) Then since we have such hope, we use great plainness of speech.
(13) And we are not like Moses, who put a veil over his face so that the sons of Israel could not steadfastly look to the end of the thing being done away.
(14) (But their thoughts were blinded; for until the present the same veil remains on the reading of the old covenant, not taken away.) But this veil has been done away in Christ.
(15) But until this day, when Moses is read, the veil is on their heart.
(16) But whenever it turns to the Lord, the veil shall be taken away.
(17) And the Lord is that Spirit; and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
(18) But we all, with our face having been unveiled, having beheld the glory of the Lord as in a mirror, are being changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Lord’s Spirit.
Put it this way: How is it that Moses’ face shone so much that he had to cover it with a veil, though he was but a man, yet Jesus Christ’s face did not shine, though He was the only begotten Son of God? Indeed, of Him Isaiah said:
“Who has believed our message? To whom has the LORD’s power been revealed? He grew up in His presence like a young tree, like a root out of dry ground. He had no form or majesty that would make us look at Him. He had nothing in His appearance that would make us desire Him. He was despised and rejected by people. He was a man of sorrows, familiar with suffering. He was despised like one from whom people turn their faces, and we didn’t consider Him to be worth anything” (Isaiah 53:1-3 GW).
How is it that, of all men born of women, there was none greater than John the Baptist, yet John performed not one miracle while several others before him did?
Zechariah prophesied these words: “For whoever has despised the day of small things shall rejoice, and shall see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel. These seven are the eyes of the LORD, which range through the whole earth” (Zechariah 4:10 ESV).
Therefore, why should we doubt that a glorious Day of days is upon us simply because it doesn’t appear so? Paul writes in 1 Corinthians 12 that God has given more honor to the less comely parts of His Body, so if we are called to a great work of God in this day, should it be strange that we should receive little honor?
We had correspondence with Lew White of . Lew is into Judaic Messianism. He published Fossilized Customs, which has a lot of interesting information about the pagan origins of popular religious customs believed to be, and practiced as, Christian.
An issue with Lew is that of tithing, a practice he opposes. Lew has some good points on the subject. However, Paul and I communicated our experiences and understanding of the Scriptures with him on giving financially or otherwise to God (call it tithes, offerings or gifts), and we had disagreement (the correspondence: ).
I asked the Lord what the issue was with Lew and, on the morning of April 14, 2001, this is what I received: Bringing offerings to the Lord was required of Lew, and he didn’t wish to part with his money or submit to spiritual authority. He is stubborn and rebellious, determining that he should be in charge, and accountable to God by no man. He isn’t saying, “Blessed is he that comes in the Name of the Lord.”
Paul and I talked of putting up a website publishing our writings and testimonies. We also visited some chatrooms, particularly , where we ran into several self-righteous, highly legalistic people who, while having a form of godliness, became quite violent when confronted. Their primary focus seemed to be Hebraizing faith in the letter and language.
They also believe that if one doesn’t use God’s right and true Hebrew Name, one cannot know, please, or be saved by Him. When we presented to them the dramatic and miraculous changes for good in our lives as a result of calling on, and believing in, the Lord Jesus Christ (not by the Name they were proposing), they didn’t know how to respond. To them we were deceived. Amazing.
Mark suggested that Mariko could help set up our website. She spent a day doing so on April 28th, the Sabbath. We were all very thankful for it. It would be on the net on May 2nd as telusplanet.net/public/harvest and continue to form in the weeks following.
Much activity was developing with people both on and off the net. Paul bought his first computer, a used one, from a household in Helena for $300. Besides Lew White, author of Fossilized Customs, some of our first correspondences would be with Leah, a frequenter of Eliyah.com, a married woman with children from Australia, and Dean Van Druff, who came off as “Dam Gruff” for his prickly, imperious manner. I was also writing to Alecia Warren and Gene and Vicky Knorr, using the e-mail handle of “Real1Now.”
Kerri called. She had been dating Steve Hartman, who came by Neighbor’s to court her. She let us know that she slept and did Ecstasy with him twice. She remarked on how they could think, speak, and relate clearly and sincerely under its influence.
I was against these things, but didn’t feel it was my business any longer to correct Kerri or tell her what to do. Indeed, I was persuaded that their relationship was of God, that Kerri was separated from Paul for good, that God had provided Steve for Kerri, and that it would work out for the better.
True and faithful prophets of God are distilled wisdom. They are a concentrate of the things of the Spirit. The Spirit of God takes the Words He gives them and adds water according to the strength of each hearer’s needs.
I awoke at about 6:30 a.m. with unusual clarity of mind on the morning of April 21st. I organized my closet sensibly after months of otherwise. I received specific ideas of how to do the Chi business in the coming months. I also received ideas of how to communicate on the internet. This was unusual – it wasn’t common for me to see things this way. Marilyn had always been that way, able to organize, plan, direct, and control.
I came to realize the Chi Machine was helping me. I guessed it was by improving circulation and getting oxygen to the brain.
As I review my journal years later, I discover how Kerri spoke only four days before of clarity of mind received by way of a drug. Here I was speaking of clarity of mind received by the Chi Machine. Rarely if ever had I made such reviews. Perhaps I might have been envious of Kerri’s experience and knew that my mind could be much better. The Lord provided for me in a safe and beneficial way.
It came to me on this morning of clarity that while we have all been victims, we have also all been perpetrators. Because of our sinful nature, we’re swift to see the wrongs and faults of others, but so slow to see our own guilt before God.
Our deliverance and freedom cannot come while we see ourselves only as victims. Perpetrators are sinners; victims are not. Seeing, acknowledging, confessing, and repenting of my being a sinner, a perpetrator, is the only way to salvation. Many try to proselytize others by sympathizing with them as victims, thus are many false conversions perpetrated and many unwary and unstable souls victimized.
The world is a much smaller place than we realize. Unknown to us, a neighbor of ours spoke against us. We didn’t know this until a Montana farmer with whom Paul was acquainted in the US told him that Lee Pengilly had a mastectomy because of cancer. The farmer told Paul that she had said we were a cult. She had never spoken to us directly about spiritual matters.
Time and again we have seen these things happen. We had met Ben and Lee Pengilly at the farmer’s market where they operated a booth selling chemical-free, if not organic, beef.
Is it fair to make a link between her cancer and speaking against us? Not necessarily, but somehow, sometimes, we can discern or sense links, though the outward obvious manifestations aren’t there. I wish them well, but I’ve learned one cannot escape speaking against God or His people and get away with it. He has said, “I will bless them that bless you and curse them that curse you.” Sooner or later the chickens come home to roost.
I have known the calling of the Lord of a spiritual ministry to Him. My concern has been that the things of this world and of personal interest and desire to me might interfere or compete with my desire to do God’s will. He did say that as I concerned myself with His interests, so He would take care of mine.
Recently, the Chi business with Hsin Ten Enterprises occupied much of my attention. Should I be involved in these earthly matters at all? Was I compromising the spiritual for the physical, God for mammon? More often by far, I found myself talking to people about the Chi Machine rather than about the Lord. Would any man of God do such a thing?
Yet by this business we have contact with people that we wouldn’t have had otherwise, which is natural, of course, but these contacts have afforded many opportunities to testify of the Lord.
“Please, Lord, grant me to obey and to believe and to love You utterly – no compromise, no rationalizing or failing in the slightest. Thank You, Father, You have brought me to victory in all things.”
I wrote What the Chi Has Done for Me. Should I have not been writing, What the Lord Has Done for Me? Others laid their lives down, testifying against the world, while we sat here, smiling at or overlooking its evils, and said, “Would you like to buy a Chi Machine? It does this and that for you.”
Lord, I recall that when I first broke loose in praise, freedom, and victory, I was testifying everywhere – to the SDAs, Taber New Life, Matteottis, but now it is all ‘Chi’ instead of ‘Christ.’ My son also tells me it’s all I talk about. Father! Forgive me, help me, and grant that I stand with You and You alone.
Isn’t this what the vision of the retreating soldier was all about? Am I shooting my own brothers and sisters in Christ in the back as I retreat with the cares of this world?
Page 12 PART SIX– Harvest Haven to Surprise Visitors (cont.) Particle – The Lord Speaks As was often the case, I had many doubts and questions. On October 4, the Lord spoke to me. He said: “Your son will not die. He will obey and live. You will not die. You will return to the farm and reign in power and glory. Your throne will be secure. I will establish you and your throne forevermore. Then will the world begin to see Me and I will do with you and with yours, as I have promised and purposed. Don't be afraid and don't doubt. Son, you have nothing to fear. I'm with you and will always be with you. See the seasons? The winds, the coolness, the falling leaves? There is a season for everything. Don't be afraid of the seasons, son. All things are purposed and timed. It's all in My hands, including you, your wife and son, your children. All that you have, I've given you and all is secure. Your losses are covered by the house. There is nothing you can't have. I've blessed you and long to bless you some more, much more. You know how your heart goes out to your son when he restrains himself in his desires and holds his tongue from asking of you when you have instructed him to be silent. You want to give him anything you can… he needn't even ask. I want to do the same with you, Victor. Yet you won't give him anything he asks because you love him and want his best. I feel the same way with you and more. Remember these things and trust Me, Victor, trust Me. Y...
Letter to Bob Gregson Bob, when we first met in 1984, you were living a life of frustration, trying to get your father to pass on the business to you and Ron. There was “bad blood” between you and your father. Maybe you remember. (Not long ago, you described his last days with scorn and cynicism.) During those days in the ‘80’s, I spent hours and hours and hours with you, not only on spiritual matters but you were asking me many questions and seeking my opinions on your problems with your father and the business. During that time of consulting, I asked the Lord for an answer in every situation, and He answered me every time, with many persons, you included. In your case, you will recall that God revealed to me that you needed to begin to love your father, to treat him with respect, not to get the business, but to do what was right, that the problem was with you, not with your father. He was, after all, your father, no matter how much he fell short of being what he should be or what you expected of him. You were fairly seething at him. I recall you often complaining, even sarcastically, about him and his ways. You were wrong in spirit and attitude, though perhaps the matters spoken of were not necessarily erroneous. As a result of your attitude, you made it practically impossible for him to graciously pass on the business to you. It would have been like asking him to get on his knees to you, or to give a customer a 50% discount on all goods and services simply...
Introduction Table of Contents PDF Version PART SIX – Harvest Haven to Surprise Visitors The Third Dimension (cont'd) (More of) The Feast of PENTECOST Particle – The Farm I Once Wanted When Lois Benson and Cathie Hafichuk went to a U-pick farm just outside of Lethbridge for farm-fresh strawberries, they told the owner that we were in the market for an acreage and asked if they knew of any for sale. The owner said that just the previous night, they'd decided to sell their 80-acre market farm that they'd owned for about 13 years (having purchased it from the Fortunes). Marilyn and I went out to see it. It happened to be one we had visited years earlier, in 1988 or so, when shopping for lamb. At that time, seeing the many huge cottonwoods and house style, the thought had entered my mind, “I wouldn't mind owning this place.” It was a simple, fleeting thought; I don't recall ever thinking that way of any other property. The place wasn't for sale then, and if it had been, we would have had no financial means whatsoever of buying it, nor did we have any interest in operating a market farm (not that it needed to continue as one). Particle – We Bought the Farm It happened to be July 10th when we revisited the farm and spoke to the owners, Bill and Vera Mokoski. That night we decided we would buy, but first to sleep on it. The next day, July 11th, we struggled and debated, discussed it with Archie, and finally gave Mokoskis their asking price. ...