Me & God
I was born into a deeply Christian family, where faith wasn’t just practiced—it was a way of life. My maternal grandparents were devoutly Orthodox, the kind of believers who lived and breathed the Church. They recited prayers throughout the day, attended Holy Mass without fail, and found comfort and strength in the pages of the Bible. Naturally, growing up in their home meant I was steeped in this spiritual environment from the very beginning. My grandmother, in particular, played a huge role in shaping my early beliefs. She would narrate Bible stories with such love and reverence that they felt more real than fairy tales. She never missed a chance to gently encourage—sometimes insist—that I attend Mass daily. Her dream was simple but powerful: she wanted me to become a priest. And for a long time, I believed that too. After school, while most kids rushed home to play or rest, I rushed to church. That sacred space felt more like home than anywhere else. I became involved in ev...