Our previous location was in an old shopping center, says Father Justin. But a few years ago we finally built a church. I think this is important not only for us but for the whole city, as the life of the parish undoubtedly affects the surrounding environment. We are very friendly with our neighbors. On weekdays, different people come to me to discuss their problems and ask to pray together. For me, this is a time of opportunities, a chance to show them Christ. I light a candle, we talk a little about the problem the person has come with, and then we pray together. Sometimes the person returns, sometimes not. If we have the opportunity to help with food, we do it; I don’t like to send people away hungry. We have teamed up with pastors from different churches and created a charity organization: we have a food warehouse, and we help all those in need in our city. In our parish, after the Sunday liturgy, we distribute bread and pastries to anyone who wants them. When I accepted the Orthodox priesthood, my parents disinherited me. However, five years later, they included me back in the will. But the first year, my mother cried and said that I didn’t love her, that I had 'upset God.' My father was afraid that Orthodoxy was some kind of exotic cult. Seeing me in vestments with incense, he asked, 'Son, have you become a communist? Are you a homosexual? Do you smoke marijuana?' But now he sympathizes with Orthodoxy and even donated money for the construction of our church. And my mother now says she is glad I became a priest.