I was born into a family of non-believers surrounded by family quarrels, alcoholism, poverty and many broken families. My father left my mother to survive with 3 children. It was very hard time, especially from a financial point as my mother held several jobs meaning she didn’t have the time to give to us. I grew up with destructive behaviour, not only myself, but other relationships within my family were getting worse.
In 2001, my mother heard about a Christian camp based at the local mission centre, but I didn’t want to go there, because my thoughts about Christian’s was formed from “horror films”. I thought that Christians are people in black loose overalls, who live in dark rooms and pray all day long. I thought they will make me do the same and because of the negative impact of Orthodox church I considered Christians as hypocrites.
