Ill child to rebel, criminal to faith

August 25, 2017

For most of his life, Nick felt he was alone and unwanted, but then God showed him that he was loved.

 

 

I was born in Romania, however Mum died just as I was born. My dad was unknown until they found records that he was out fighting and got killed before I was born. In other words, I never got to meet my parents, or be held by them. I was a premature baby and very sick, and on machines to keep me surviving as I wasn’t properly formed. After that, I was placed in a very scary orphanage, and some bad things happened there. 


When I was five, an Australian couple came to the orphanage to adopt me, and brought me back to their house in Walmer (Vic.), near Castlemaine. This went well for a while, and I started primary school, but I was sick again when I was six and was in the Royal Children’s Hospital for a week. After this, I felt like there was no hope. My parents got impatient and had no understanding. All kids are a handful, but I was such a broken kid, with no love, and it was a nightmare for years.


The schools were great and teachers were always on my side, but I didn’t fit in well with other students and got the same treatment as at home. I then started to connect with naughty students, doing things like smoking cigarettes with those kids and getting into legal trouble by lighting fires in Bendigo. I was so angry at everything. 


In 2009, I was placed in foster care and I slowly started to calm down but then I got onto alcohol and drugs with the other kid I lived with. I was moved on to North West Victoria, but the same things happened again. I was relieved when I was 18 and left foster care, but was then led astray and found more druggy friends in the complex of units 
I lived in. I was always getting into trouble with the police.


In the middle of 2013 I moved to Kerang with a lovely Christian family. They wanted to bring me hope but their pastor felt bad vibes about me and placed me in a caravan park. However, another Christian couple supported me there, and took me to church. 


After that, I went to Bendigo and lived at residential homes but that didn’t work out so I moved to Castlemaine. I did more drugs and alcohol, and also attempted suicide several times.


I thought Christians were a useless bunch of hypocrites, but I tried again at another Castlemaine church and this time the church opened up to me. I thought to myself, “Hmm, something’s good about this place.” The pastor took me out for lunch and hugged me because I was angry and crying. He realised what I needed and encouraged me to come to church more often. 


Three weeks later I surrendered to God and found out who this Jesus was. I had to give up my smoking and drug dealing, but I felt a lot of peace in the church and kept going. People are so loving there; perhaps Christians aren’t hypocrites after all!


I was definitely scared the day I got baptised; I was emotional and felt Jesus wrapped his arms around me. I became a different man and since then I’ve tried to help people come to Jesus and tell them about him and how he loves me. I feel that Jesus is always there waiting for me. 


I tell people there’s hope out there, and how things have changed for me because of the work God’s done in me, and is still working on. I encourage you all to draw near to him, and know you are loved by Jesus no matter what others think of you or do to you. We are not alone. 

 

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