About

As a child I was raised in the Greek Orthodox faith, going to Sunday school each week, learning the story of Jesus and the Gospel, like the typical suburban American family. As me and my siblings grew up and started to fill our time with school, friends, and athletics, our commitment to church as a family quickly fell off. Throughout high school (and college), I consistently debated the existence of God, with friends, teachers, with my parents, and even myself...could any of us actually know? I prayed, rarely, and only as a child, when I really needed help (preparing for a swim race for example), but overall I was not convicted or focused on my faith. I always figured it was something I could turn back to when I was ready. As an avid reader I considered The Bible on occasion, but whenever I tried to crack it open, I couldn't get past the first few chapters of Genesis. 

Fast forward a few years, I was in college, immersed in sin; from drunkenness and drug abuse, to sex and violence. During my latter years I fell deeply in love. Everything about this person was perfect to me. We dated for years, and it wasn't until we broke up and my heart was shattered, that I was placed on the path to Christ (without knowing it). 

As I struggled with the reality of losing this person, I threw myself into a terrible spiral; consuming liquor in high quantities, smoking marijuana and taking other drugs recreationally, seeking other women, trying to move on from my pain-which only made me more miserable, reminding me of what I lost, burying myself deeper in sin. 

As time carried on, I slowly started to pull myself out of my destructive lifestyle. But my depression continued persistently, until I encountered Jesus Christ. 

In subsequent months I reached a point of humility and brokenness, that allowed me to call out to God. In that moment, I completely surrendered my life to Him. Crying out in prayer, for the first time since I was a child, I prayed "Dear God, no matter what happens to me, I know you've got my back. I've lived an incredible life, I was born into an amazing and supportive family, you've given me the best friends I could ask for, I've seen many places and have had experiences to last a lifetime. I am so grateful to you for everything you have given me. I trust you, and no matter what happens, I know that I'll be okay. I love you so much God. Thank you for everything..." I continued praying in this way but nothing happened until I said these final words, "Jesus Christ please help me".

By the time I finished that sentence, this whirlwind of power flew into my heart and filled my entire body. I had no idea what was happening, yet somehow I knew exactly what happened. I felt more alive than I've ever felt. I felt an incredible strength rippling throughout my body. I don't even know why I asked Jesus to save me. I had never specifically prayed to Him before, until now. I was born again.

After this experience, I knew God was real. I knew Jesus Christ was the living God described in the Bible. And I knew that I had to tell everyone what was just revealed to me. Since that day, at 6:48AM February 7th, 2021, I have thrown myself into the scriptures, searching them daily, seeking from proof, understanding, and guidance. Looking for a way to share The Gospel. This is my way, and I hope you will join me in this great commission of ours. 

Yours in Christ,

Nick