History of believer careerist

I work at the Department of Journalism at the Kharkiv National University named after Vasyl Karazin as a professor. I teach at the Ukrainian Institute of Humanities, at the Ukrainian Adventist Theological Institute, a guest lecturer at the Zakonsky Spiritual Academy (Russia), where once a year I teach the course "Religion and Mass Media". In all these places I teach journalism. I also practice it. I have the Internet newspaper "Path", which I started in 2006. He is the editor of the media service of Media Group "Nadiya".

Graduated from Kharkiv National Pedagogical University named after Gregory Skovoroda and enrolled in postgraduate studies. Then at the same time she taught the year in school English in the seventh grade. When he left school, he had experience in the publishing business: he acted as the author, organized author collectives for the preparation of manuals. These were collections of examples of schoolwork. I made a book on Ukrainian literature for the eleventh grade. The largest project is a series of methodical manuals on teaching Ukrainian literature in high school, from 5 to 11 classes.

He defended his thesis. Compiled a collection of selected works of Ukrainian diaspora writer Ivan Bagryany. Since 2003, he already taught at the university. At first it was the Kharkov Zoo Veterinary Academy, where he taught Russian to foreigners at the preparatory department, mainly to the Arabs. This is an interesting experience of intercultural communication. For the first time I came across foreigners from non-Christian countries. In parallel, he worked at the National Aerodynamics University named after Mikhail Zhukovsky. At the Department of Ukrainian Studies taught business Ukrainian. Journalism has become a unifying profession, which covered all my interests with an umbrella. It permeates my ministry, hobbies, work, research interests. I wrote and defended my doctoral dissertation on the theory and history of journalism. Social communication is the sphere that I study, teach, practice. The experience of parallel professions somehow approximated to journalism. Journalism is most appropriate to my nature. There is enough creativity and academicism, here I can apply my abilities.

The gospel in the work is the central expression of my faith. Conscious conversion in faith, I experienced in 1995. Before that, I received the baptism of 1992 with my parents. Baptism was only a preparatory step. All of us were children of the Soviet Union, an atheistic empire, which effectively brainwashed. I was born in 1977. Found brezhnevschinu. Then there was "perestroika", Gorbachev's reforms and the collapse of the USSR. The latter circumstance became decisive for the Protestant religion in the post-Soviet space. According to my feelings and studies that I conducted, the merit of the post-Soviet churches in the so-called religious awakening of the 1990s was minimal. The reason why so many people were interested in God, the Bible, came to the church in the 1990s, was the "Iron Curtain" built by the Soviet Union. That is, the harvest that the churches gathered in the 1990s was not prepared by them, but by many decades of Soviet propaganda. And the Soviet Union had a very attractive ideology. He solved those issues that had not been solved on his territory before. Positive for the program of the Soviet Union is the requirement of social justice, the emancipation of women, attention to the child, the value of education, social dynamism, the rights of the exploited strata of the population. This was not all invented by the Communists, but in the Bible, which is older than Marx for 2000 years. During the Brezhnev era, there was no longer repression. Those who did not glorify the regime were no longer pursued openly. Smuggled, townspeople listened to Western music. All this caused a desire to economically have better conditions and at the same time preserve social guarantees, which are remembered with nostalgia. When that country collapsed without exaggeration, millions without exaggeration of people felt lost.

At the moment of baptism I was 16 years old. There was a young man who was worried about his fate and how to live on him, who was trying to get on his feet. Around him, everything suffers destruction, habitual way disappears. Compared with the crisis, the current decline in Kharkov does not affect too sharply. In the weekend, planes fly out of Kharkov airport, the number of foreign cars is constantly growing, there are jobs. They build new houses and somebody buys out apartments there. I am far from the idea that in Kharkov the situation portends a humanitarian catastrophe.

In the 1990s, people had no idea what would happen next. Grandmother did not pay a pension for three months, she had to go to the market to sell something to buy food. Mom lost her job. Only my father worked, plus my younger brother was ill. I entered the university for a contract. The cost of training was a burden to the family. All this could not but alarm and not frighten. Temporarily switched off the light, there was one winter, when it was so bad that I worked at a desk in winter boots, in winter trousers, in a jacket, a bit unbuttoned. I do not remember wearing a hat or without. With a scarf around his neck and his hands were frozen. The ruble stopped walking, did not enter the hryvnia yet, there was a paper called "coupons". People calculated vodka, cigarettes, oil.

Not only were these difficulties frightening, but also the fact that a crisis of humanity was taking place, which was formed before it. That is, they agreed on one thing, but now one gets the impression that there is a criminal society where only those who are ready to step through the law, commit a crime, are "a shark ready to swallow small fish".

Anxiety became the background to the search for God. Through the mother's line, the grandfather was a latent nationalist. Great-grandfather, Pavel Balaklitsky, was a literary editor of the newspaper Izvestia Soviets of Working People's Deputies of the Ukrainian SSR. Young Tichin, Sosyura, Bazhana came to him with their poems, and he took a red pencil and the rules of their work. He found a period that would later be called "shot rebirth." This was the formation of a "proletarian bourgeoisie". In these intellectuals behind the capitalist fashion, wives did not work, dressed in furs and diamonds. Their "get-together" was an opera. They gathered for parties, walked around the center of the city, were proud of Ukrainian literary language

there was not enough understanding of what it was. I was then, as I call it, a "spiritual vegetable." For three years we went to church. I looked closely and said: "Okay, and perhaps they will betray, perhaps, they are corrupt, perhaps, sooner or later they will show their predatory nature." When I attended the services, I heard the Word of God. And it gradually began to germinate in my head. In 1995, during the summer youth camp, I believed. I understood that the church is the way to God. Yes, people can change, they are not always what they themselves can be. Valuable Scripture for me. I am in the Church because she believes in the Bible, studies it and tries to do it.

We consider ourselves church activists. For more than ten years I was a youth leader, my parents serve in the church. I do not think myself out of active service. For me, the church is an opportunity to give, share achievements, serve other people in the church, outside the church, and the Bible is an opportunity to take from God, learn about Him and know His will.

The quality of my life without faith would be incomparably worse. It would be more difficult for me to say "no" to bad habits. I'm not sure that without a belief, I certainly quit smoking. Without faith, I would not have motives to worry about my health at that level, as it is now. It is obvious to me that at the level of the taste of life, the meaning of life, I would say that the measures of awareness of life would be different things. It would be harder for me to answer the question: who am I, why do I live, why am I so, and not different than what is being done, it makes sense what it should be ... value orientation, worldview, dignity, my place in the universe, in history, the place of family in my life, relationships with parents, people. I hardly found serious answers to these questions outside the biblical religion.

The difficulties in my life have arisen not through faith, but through my unbelief, when you do not know who you are when you are not ready to take responsibility. Then it's always hard. You're not whole, unassembled, disheveled. The greatest spiritual struggle took place during the teenage years. Parents tried to direct me to the true path, and I suffered very low self-esteem. This, perhaps, is typical for urban teenagers now. When a person has a narrow personal experience, there is nothing to compare, he is inclined to hyperbolize his situation. It seems to him, for example, that "no one was as miserable as I; no one suffers as I am; what a hard life I have. " At that time, I also fell into such traps. And that's why teenage time was for me a black decade in my life, it was a "prison sentence" called "school".

I did not get along very well with the school. We moved to another area, into a spacious apartment. I got my room there, it was a plus, but I had to go to another school. There, I was unable to adapt, I locked myself in and was engaged only in self-education in philological subjects. At home I read books that I liked. Because of this, I had a style, a philological erudition, a suspended language. But I did not know the subjects that were not humanitarian, natural. I was not interested in them and did not teach them.

Plus, it hurt the inability to "sound" in the circle of peers, meet the requirements that were considered necessary for this. I did not have tight biceps, wins in fights, money for entertainment, fashionable things, tape recorders, which at that time were appreciated. And as a result, I considered myself "backward", "loser", "empty place".

The overgrowth of this state coincided with the training at the university. At least there were intelligent people who, then, whether I can play football and beat jaws did not interest. In the fashion was the upbringing and education, culture. Of course, I could not help but like it. First love came. I was the happiest slave of my emotions. But as the first snow always melts, so the first love is short. We began to meet under the new year, and in the summer we parted. I was killed by a relationship break. And on it the usual dislocation of the left patella, "calyxes" was superimposed. When my foot resumed its function, I met a friend from the church who asked if I was going to church with the youth at sea. I thought: "At least this I will console myself, even with the" sectarians "I'll go there." I went and returned from there as a believer.

It was then that I entered the second year, after two sessions. I understood that I had to learn, and everything would be fine. There was no mathematics, no physics, no chemistry. That is, I already imagined how to keep afloat when working diligently. And then I got the skills to think about God on my own. "I am a believer. And what's next? "And what do I have? I'm only 18. I have not received the good, I do not have a family. And there is training in the university. And, you can say, I dedicated it to God. It was the sphere that I first thought about. Besides, God was associated with me in church. However, my life is not limited to the church, I spend 4 hours a week there, and six days live in secular reality. Accordingly, to dedicate to God his life meant to dedicate Him to these six days, and not the seventh only. If I want to glorify God, I should not so much talk about religion to my classmates, how diligently to study.

In the third or fourth year, another crisis came. Parents realized that they can not pay for my contract training. And then the Minister of Education introduced a norm, contract students who will pass two consecutive sessions for one five, can claim a budget transfer if there are vacant seats on the budget. When we were already simply in despair and told the rector that the family is experiencing financial difficulties, I was transferred to budgetary training. Then he began to believe he believed that God blesses my efforts.

My profession has become a priority factor in my service to God. And I've been trying since then and to serve as a work. And in ministry it is necessary to work as the Apostle Paul wrote to Timothy, "so that your success may be obvious." The same approach he tried to introduce in the church activity. I was a youth leader for more than ten years in a row, in the best of times 20-25 people gathered for our "youth". Not only the youth from my community, but also from the neighboring. In addition, we tea, sing, laugh, play games, go hiking - the central part of every meeting was the study of Holy Scripture. The most interesting and most important thing for me is where I can apply my abilities, this is an examination of the biblical text.

My life story is a miracle for me. Six times my knee dislocated. The last rehabilitation was worse. I walked with a wand. This upset me and upset me. After the operation the limb was so well rehabilitated that I was engaged in morning jogging, and in the spring of 2017 I took part in the Kharkov marathon at a distance of ten kilometers.

I am grateful to God for teaching me to study, transferred to the budget and for having given me the opportunity to finish my postgraduate studies, to write a thesis. It was very difficult. I walked to the touch. I went to one supervisor, and she went to Poland for two years for an internship. And the scientific adviser was another person who was a specialist not from Ukrainian literature, but from Russian. She demanded only the fulfillment of my individual plan. But it made me independent, and taught NOT to wait for reminders, but to generate initiative, to customize myself.

The Lord blessed to work at the university, about which I dreamed, still finishing school, but I understood that it is impossible to join with a three in chemistry in the certificate. There is always a cadre from which they recruit teachers. The head of the department called me, a high school worker, on the condition that I learn to post photojournalism for a year. He says this to a philologist who never studied photography. "I'll die, but I'll work there." I did not become a famous photographer, but I learn freshmen. And some of them are grateful to me.

The Lord brought me together with the best girl in the world. And miraculously there is my son. And a miracle that the Lord saved my wife. She had a benign brain tumor like a cyst. It is such a void full of fluid that swells and crushes the root of the brain, preventing blood supply. If this cyst expanded further, it would cause bloody starvation, and the brain would die. If this were before the invention of an MRI, then such a cyst would not be diagnosed, and the wife would die. But diagnosed, the tumor had clear contours, it was easy to clean. The recovery process was very good. Now fatigue is greater. And that's all.

I have nothing, I do not own anything, I do not control anything. Everything is from God. If He allows and gives - I will live, will not allow - I will not do anything. That's what I try to remember every day.