Its very nice to share my testimony with you. I will share the short version.I came to Norway in 2009 because of a false accusation in back in Afghanistan. When I came here I lived in a refugee centre and I stayed there for almost 2 years. After that I got a job because I’m a car mechanic and found a car shop where I got a job. And I didn’t even know him yet, but it was God’s plan to send me there. My boss was a good Christian but I was a Muslim.
When people hear the term worker´s kid (‘MK’) they have one of two reactions; they either react positively or react indifferently. There is no wrong reaction. As an MK myself, I have experienced both. It is always nice to be accepted into an environment as an MK, with a group that asks questions and take an interest in where you are from and what you have done in your life. However, that does not always happen.
We are a community of young people who love and support each other. A community of disciples who desire to have a community of people who are so obviously in love with God. We value relationships, we want to create a atmosphere of safety, family, and fun. Romans 12:10-13 really spoke to me as I watched the video made by a student Bethany Miller, "Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honour. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality."
I never expected it to happen to me. I had heard so many stories in my lifetime--stories of these incredible miracles--but for me it seemed like something in the distance. It was something that happened to "other people" in "other places." Little did I know how much my life would change on the 20th of January, 2017.