Trevor Benson’s Testimony
I was living with my two younger brothers, Mark and Jason, and my mother,
Lois, in Stettler, Alberta, on our acreage when things began. My father,
Howard Benson, started running around with other women and was gone much
of the time. He initiated a messy divorce in which we, the three children
of the marriage, were given a choice to make. We could go with Dad and be
part of the trips, fun and material things that he was baiting us with, or
we could remain with Mom and be subjected to some discipline and teaching
about the Lord and the right way to live. My youngest brother, Jason, who
was 5 or 6 at the time, went with Dad. Mark and I stayed with Mom, not out
of any virtue on our parts, but as something that the Lord gave us to do.
Through these circumstances, this verse was literally fulfilled:
“For from now on, there shall be five in one house divided, three
against two, and two against three” (Luke 12:52).
It was in 1984, in the midst of our turmoil, that the Lord brought Victor
and Marilyn Hafichuk into our lives to help us and give us direction. They
had no place to call home but went wherever the Lord was leading them to
go and, for a time, were sent to us while we were in need. In 1985, they
began to teach us principles of life and truth in everyday living, a process
that continues today. Through our circumstances, we all experienced correction
and discipline that were unfamiliar to us but needful. The hardest thing
for me, at the time, was to openly confess sins that I was hiding.
Something happened to my father and
I was the only one who was crying.
Dad was very opposed to Victor’s involvement with us, though Victor
had taught us to be respectful and non-judgmental towards him. While we were
going through the divorce, the Lord gave Victor a prophecy, which he did
not know applied to Dad or that it would be fulfilled literally. It was, “I
will destroy that man from off the face of the earth; you will see him no
more, and I will give you his goods.”
during this time that the Lord also gave Victor a prophecy for the
three of us: Mark would be a burning light, Mom would be given the “ministry
of Phoebe,” and I would be given wisdom. I also was given a dream,
which was fulfilled many years later. In the dream, something happened to
my father and I was the only one in the immediate family who was crying.
It was night and dark at the beginning of the dream. Then the scene changed
and the three of us were in a car in the bright daylight and we were heading
towards some mountains in the distance. When we reached the mountains, we
came to a small village on the edge of a lake with a hill beside it. We walked
up the hill and were resting beside a dirt road when I heard a voice that
sounded like Victor’s say to Mom, “You are tired, aren’t
you?” Then she started to cry. This portion of the dream has recently
been fulfilled through issues that have come up in Mom’s life that
the Lord has been dealing with. This dream symbolized our walk with the Lord.
There were three healings that the Lord performed.
The divorce was finalized on April 28, 1988, after which time Mom and Mark
moved to Lethbridge. I was already in Lethbridge attending university and
with Victor and Marilyn. This was the beginning of experiencing for myself
correction and walking with the Lord. Up to that time, my brother, mother
and I went through things together.
Lord healed me in many ways, but there were three specific healings
that He performed. The first was when I was in high school and occurred
after I had gone skiing with my family on a warm day. I froze my toe, but
did not realize it until a month or so later when it began to smell from
the infection. The whole nail on the big toe had to be removed and there
was even the possibility that I would lose the toe. We prayed for it, and
it was healed with no lasting effects. For a long time, however, I had to
wear sandals because my toe was sensitive. During this time, my peers teased
me about being Jesus or a disciple because of the style of the leather sandals
I wore. Of all the teasing I endured during my school years, this was one
time I did not mind. (I had suffered teasing throughout my school years as
I was born with a speech impediment that has been there to varying degrees
my whole life. It is another tool that the Lord uses to work things out in
me. The Lord promised that if I applied myself the problem would be taken
care of. However, I did not apply myself as I should have, so the problem
I made light of it, joking about
the empty envelope.
The second healing happened when I left home in the summer of 1989, while
I was living in Lethbridge. This healing was made necessary because of a
matter in which I sinned. I had been planning to give Victor a free will
offering when I met him (and others in my family) at a park. As I was heading
out the door, however, I accidentally picked up the wrong envelope. The problem
was that when I met Victor in the park and handed him the empty envelope,
I made light of it, joking about the empty envelope.
In the days following this, I began to develop warts all over my hands and
forearms. Not knowing what to do, I tried treating them with a strong anti-wart
medication. They only got worse, and the more I topically applied the medicine
the worse my skin became. The medicine was very corrosive and, because I
had spread it all over my forearms, the skin was wrinkled and scarred much
like a burn victim. In the midst of this, I called Victor and he told me
that the reason the Lord was subjecting me to this was because I had taken
lightly my offering to Him. Once I repented, Victor prayed for me and I believed
that the Lord would heal me, but expected to have the scars of the chemical
burns on my hands and arms. At first, I got worse but then things turned
around and my skin healed completely – no scars at all.
The Lord had done miraculously for me.
I had always been anemic and had weak blood, which led me to take iron supplements
from time to time. In the summer of 1990, the Lord performed a third miracle
of healing in my life. I started to experience pain in my chest after eating.
Then I began to find blood in my stool. Soon I was off work, sick in bed
at Mom’s place where I stayed on my days off. I even passed out several
times and was so weak that I could not walk or even stand because of all
the blood I had lost internally. Again the cause was spiritual, and the issue
was pride. After I repented, I began to get better, and my physical needs
were taken care of, through the circumstances at home and work, while I recovered.
The Lord knew what I needed and provided the means to meet my needs. I had
my blood tested several times after that, and not only was the problem with
my stomach healed, but my blood had an above average red cell count that
has remained to this day. Like the other two healings, the Lord had done
miraculously for me.
In the spring of 1993, my grandmother on my mom’s side passed away
and Mom and I were wondering if we should attend the funeral. There had not
been much contact with our family for many years due to their rejection of
us because of what the Lord was doing with us and because of the lies that
Dad had told them. We asked the Lord what we should do and we believed we
needed to go, which Victor confirmed. Since Mark was living in Japan at that
time, just Mom and I went. At the funeral, the family heard for the first
time the truth about our side of the story concerning the divorce and other
things that had happened over the years; it was good because, after hearing
both sides, they had no justification to continue believing lies. That is
the way truth works and how people are judged in this life, here and now,
starting with believers and going on from there.
The Lord dealt with me and we prayed
that I would receive the Holy Spirit.
Later that spring, I went back to university. The first year I was there,
I became caught up in activities with my friends and was not taking time
for a day of rest; I was trying to cram a heavy school load around my pleasures.
My priorities were not where they should have been and things came to a head
when I visited Victor and Marilyn at the end of August 1994. They prayed
for me and I was given to confess many sins and was delivered of a number
of devils. One thing that I had no idea was there, but was greatly affecting
me, was anger towards my father. It came as a result of his disappointment
in me because I was not at all good at sports, whereas my brother Mark was.
Much of Dad’s attention was directed towards Mark and what he hoped
would be a hockey career. During that visit with Victor and Marilyn, the
Lord dealt with me in a way He had not previously, and, at the end of it,
we prayed that I would receive the Holy Spirit. The Lord said that I would
receive His Spirit, but not yet.
We also prayed about whether or not I should return to Thunder Bay to complete
my engineering degree, and all were in agreement that I should. That year
at university was a complete contrast to my last, in that I was not spending
my time entertaining myself and going places all the time with my friends.
I also did not do any schoolwork on Sundays, but took it as a rest day. Even
though the Sabbath would not be given until much later, the Lord honored
me for obeying Him in a re-setting of priorities, and my grades, which had
been average or less than average in some cases, greatly improved.
If I had been there when they crucified the Lord,
I would have been no different.
A few months after arriving back in Thunder Bay, I was reading the Bible
about the crucifixion when I was utterly convicted that, if I had been there
the day that they crucified the Lord, I would have been no different than
the people there. I began to cry and I knew that something had happened to
Soon after that, I was going to sleep one night when I had a vision of sheep
crossing a rocky pasture. There were not many, maybe a dozen, and they were
going roughly in a line by twos. All the sheep appeared the same on the outside,
white with black faces like the Suffolk breed. The Shepherd of the flock
had a long, wooden staff and walked behind the sheep. As I watched, one of
the sheep, which I knew represented me, got off the path and started eating
a rare tuft of green grass. The Shepherd then used His staff to put me back
into line and all the sheep continued on over the hill. The interpretation
of the vision was: The Shepherd was the Lord and I would go off and do my
own thing, but the Lord would bring me back into line. This vision has been
fulfilled both specifically and generally since then in dramatic ways.
The Lord answered my prayers and gave me a series
After graduating in
May of 1995, I went to Toronto looking for a better job and found work with
the office of the company that I had previously worked
for. The other motivating factor for my going was a girl named Alina Dinca,
who lived there and whom I had met while at university.
Before moving to Toronto, I went to Lethbridge to visit everyone. When I
was leaving, Victor had a prophecy for me that, in essence, described what
I had seen in the vision of the sheep – me going off in my own direction.
I was greatly disturbed by the prophecy and was praying and crying while
I drove home to Red Deer. The Lord answered my prayers and gave me a series
of visions while I drove. In the first, I saw myself on the phone and I knew
I was talking to Victor. In the background was a woman who I believed was
my wife or someone close to me who seemed to be very upset. The second was
not so much a vision as a sensation of a burden being lifted off of me so
I was free. The third was a vision of me walking together with my wife and
several kids on a bright blue sky day and feeling complete fulfillment. Fulfillment
not as the world views it, but the all-encompassing sense that things are
the way they are meant to be, and that the Lord’s will and my will
After spending a year in Toronto and going through an unsuccessful relationship
with Alina, I took a transfer to Abbotsford, BC. I got involved with a girl
there, Kirsten Rice, who, like Alina, was not a believer.
The Lord used my waywardness to bring about good and
judge my dad.
In December of 1996, Dad and Jason (my youngest brother) visited me in Fraser
Valley, where I lived, on their way to spend New Years in Seattle. Soon after
they arrived, the biggest snowstorm in 50 years hit and they were stuck there
as all the roads in the Valley were closed for three days. This visit along
with another in February of 1997, where Kirsten and I stopped in to see him,
caused Dad to put Mark and me back into his will, albeit as minor beneficiaries
(he had taken Mark and me out of his will several years before, because he
did not want us to have anything to do with, or to hear from, Victor). The
Lord was using my waywardness and unrighteousness to bring about good and
judge my Dad.
After Jason went to be with Dad at the conclusion of the divorce, it was
not long before the rosy picture he had painted to us about trips, fun and
good times faded. We later found out that Dad was into drugs and women, and
Jason experienced mental and physical abuse at his hands. When Dad and Jason
visited me in Harrison Hot Springs in December of 1996, one incident left
me disturbed. Jason was underage and out drinking at a local bar. When I
confronted Dad about it, he said, “At least I know where he is.” This
attitude reflected how he had raised Jason and there would be consequences
to pay for it in the not-too-distant future.
It was a warning that I was not where the Lord wanted
me to be.
One day around this time, Kirsten and I went to Whistler for a ski trip.
On our way home, we hit an area of black ice on the narrow, winding, two-lane
road near Brandywine Falls. In the place where it happened, there is a blasted
rock face on both sides of the highway and when Kirsten lost control of the
car, it ended up on its side, stranded in a snow bank in the right ditch.
In the seconds while we were sliding out of control, I knew that our fate
was in the Lord’s hands. When we stopped moving, the rock wall was
about 6 inches away. We were both okay and two American skiers in the car
behind helped us and gave us a ride back to Squamish. Once the traffic had
subsided from people leaving Whistler for the day, a tow truck was dispatched
to retrieve Kirsten’s mom’s car. To our amazement, there was
not one scratch on the car, only the engine compartment was full of snow.
Although we were kept in this situation, I later came to realize that it
was a warning that I was not where the Lord wanted me to be.
On April 28, 1997, my youngest brother, Jason, shot and killed my dad. This
happened nine years, to the day, from when his divorce from my mother was
finalized. The police came to my office in Abbotsford to inform me of the
death, but I was in Vancouver looking for work as I had just been laid off
the week before. My employer contacted Kirsten, who met me in Vancouver and
told me the news. We left immediately to attend the funeral, and stayed at
my grandparents’ farm. That evening, I proposed to Kirsten. The next
day, Victor called to speak to me. All of my relatives were visiting and
talking amongst each other and when Grandma said Victor was on the phone
for me, there was a hush over everyone – something that went beyond
just the physical dimension.
It was the last thing I wanted to do, as it meant
leaving behind Kirsten.
I took the call in the kitchen for some privacy and Victor told me that
he had just received that the vision of the sheep that I was given in 1994
was going to be fulfilled – the Lord was going to bring me back onto
the path. It was as if a switch was turned back on inside of me and I had
life again, but at the same time it was agonizing because I knew that Kirsten
would not be coming with me. While I was on the phone, Kirsten was hugging
me and looking into my eyes. I could not look at her because she always knew
what I was thinking and I could not hide things from her. On the way back
home the next day, I realized that this was the fulfillment of the first
vision of the series that I was given while driving to Red Deer in August
of 1995. That week I called Victor and we discussed whether or not I should
come to Lethbridge. I knew it was the Lord’s will for me and something
I had to do, but it was not my choice. It was the last thing I wanted to
do, as it meant leaving behind Kirsten and the life I had there.
Late on May 12, 1997, I arrived back at the farm and Victor and Mom waited
up for me. Victor said when I arrived that he was glad that I was here. Coming
to the farm would begin a whole new chapter of my life, which is still going
on to this day.
My first summer at the farm was rough as I was not used to living with other
people and I did a lot of stupid things, including driving a 3-wheeler into
the pond. Although I was at the farm, I still had a struggle letting go of
Kirsten, which meant that things were not done inside of me. This was plain
for everyone at the farm to see, and I was shown that I did not have what
I needed to, in order to change in this.
That July, the Lord gave me a dream: Kirsten, along with her mother and
aunt, came to see me in a van. When the van door opened, they beckoned me
to come inside with them. However, they saw that I was not the same person
that had left them only a few months before. I was changed and no longer
under their control, which upset them. A week or two later, I received a
phone call from Kirsten. She and her mother were in Lethbridge and showed
up having given no prior notice. When they came to the farm, we all talked
on the deck and I was confronted, by those at the farm, on where I had been
at when I was in B.C. Although nothing was said to Kirsten and her mother
directly, my correction reflected on them by extension. It was not long before
they left. Kirsten was crying and her mother was upset. It was not what I
hoped or expected would happen, but I knew that things in me had changed.
The only way that I was given to let go of Kirsten was by the Lord’s
“What is Victor’s crime?”
A second dream involved my granddad, Bill Benson, whose funeral took place
in the fall. In the dream I saw myself beside my Aunt Betty and Uncle Al.
Beside them was a crowd of people, many that I did not know. In front of
me was a window through which I saw my dad. He was very angry and trying
to kill me, but he had no power to do so. I stood in front of him and said, “What
is Victor’s crime?” At the time of the dream, I did not know
that my Granddad had passed away and, a week or two later, Aunt Betty phoned
to tell me of his passing.
The funeral was a stark contrast to my dad’s in that the family, who
had then welcomed me as a long lost member, now treated me as if I was guilty
of treason after returning to Lethbridge and associating with the believers
there. After the service, we all drove out to the grave, which was located
in a small country cemetery. As we came into the cemetery, Aunt Betty and
Uncle Al took me by the arms to comfort me as we walked to the grave. The
rest of my relatives were to my right, exactly as they had been in my dream.
In front of me were two graves. Both my Dad and Granddad had been cremated
and the wooden boxes containing their ashes were sitting side by side. As
the minister red the last rites I was wondering what I was supposed to say,
because of the dream. It all happened so fast and, before I knew it, it was
over and I had not said a word. Afterwards, several people asked me if I
would be going to the community center for tea and I replied that I did not
know. As I drove away, I knew that the dream had been fulfilled and that
my reason for being there was finished; I drove straight back to Lethbridge.
When I shared with everyone what had happened, Victor told me that what I
had spoken in my dream was said, not literally, but just by my being present.
Mark came home from Japan in February of 1998 for a visit. Victor had received
prophecies for each of us, and, while Mark was visiting, he shared them with
The prophecy for me said that I have desired a wife, and I would receive
a wife, but it would be a wife of His choosing and not mine.* Over
the next five years, many situations came up wherein I was trying to figure
this out and
ended up making a fool of myself by running after a number of women, thinking
that each of them was the one spoken about in the prophecy.
During the three years after I arrived back in Lethbridge, I was given the
responsibility for dealing with the affairs concerning Dad’s estate.
Ironically, the executrix, Carol Reesor, who had convinced Dad to put us
back into his will, became our adversary in the whole affair.
We recognized that she was in her position as determined
It came to a climax in July of 2000, when we attended court to challenge
the fees Carol was charging for the work she had done on the estate. That
morning, Carol’s garage had been broken into and her car vandalized.
As we met in court, we represented ourselves and faced Carol, herself a lawyer,
and the lawyer defending her. At first it seemed as if we were getting nowhere,
but then things changed. The Lord told me to say to the judge that we recognized
that she was in her position as determined by God and that we would accept
her judgment as from Him. I wanted to discuss this with Mark before saying
anything, so was about to request a recess. At that very moment, the judge
said that she had a cold and needed to blow her nose and took a short recess.
Mark agreed, so when court resumed, I said what the Lord had given me.
Immediately, the judge’s attitude toward us changed. Whereas before
she had been sympathetic to Carol and her lawyer, now she stated that the
reason that we were in front of her that day was because Dad had been foolish
enough to appoint a lawyer as his executrix. She then reprimanded Carol for
charging lawyer’s fees for mundane duties related to the estate. When
Carol’s lawyer objected, the judge threatened to increase the reduction
in her fees. The whole experience was an illustration of the Lord’s
sovereignty over all things.
Dad had once sworn that we would never see a dime of his estate. In the
end, it was given to us to give to the Lord. It was the fulfillment of the
prophecy the Lord gave Victor years before.
The way we are is purposed by the Lord to work things
out in each other.
On May 13, 2003, I was engaged to Ingrid Nicolay of Belgium, who had come
to the farm under the very trying circumstances that can be found in her
testimony. Many things were worked in us during our four-year engagement,
and, on July 22, 2007, we were married in a small ceremony at Harvest Haven
in the company of the other believers. It says in the Bible that a good wife
is a gift from God, and Ingrid has been and continues to be a blessing to
me, both in her strengths and weaknesses. The way we are is purposed by the
Lord to work things out in each other.
Ever since my walk with the Lord began, a main issue with me has been selfishness,
which has been manifest in many ways all along and has been addressed countless
times. On October 12, 2007, Victor was given to pray for me and to cast out
a spirit of selfishness in me. Since then, the Lord has continued to deal
with matters in my life for good. I am very thankful for this and know that
His timing with all things is perfect.
Praise the Lord!
Trevor Howard Benson
Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada
* Prophecy to
Trevor (February 1998): You have desired a wife and a wife you shall have but of My choosing and
not yours. Behold, she is at the door. And you shall serve Me according to
My will. I will bring suffering upon you for your sake but know this, that
reward will follow if you overcome unto the end with patience. Have faith,
it is My good pleasure to give you the Kingdom. Minister in your gifts to
My faithful ones (they will need you), because I send fire on the earth to
subdue the wicked who will resist and who will fight Me by their sight, fighting
those I have chosen unto Myself. Permit nothing to come between you and Me
and I will keep you, I will bless you and make you a blessing to all those
I send you. I have ordained wisdom for you and so shall it be.
Trevor & Ingrid Benson