I’ve been looking for a physical church for a very long time so that I could attend the service in the morning and watch SECC in the evening (due to the 8-hour time difference). I was offered several churches, but they didn’t suit me, and I prayed every night that God would give me the opportunity to visit the church that would be my home. I came to my hometown in Belarus and wrote to a classmate's wife and she invited me to church. I took my son with me, he had never been to church and he was taken to Sunday school for kids and for the first time he joined his hands and prayed to God, I looked at my boy from the other side. Every day I worked from morning to night and didn’t see my son, and last Sunday my eyes opened. Thank God
