As a young boy, I remember being dropped off by my mom and leading my younger brother to attend a local Presbyterian church and attend their Sunday morning children's program. While we were there listening to the Bible stories and program, my mom went to work for a few hours at a nearby Chinese restaurant. Such were my first memories of church as a Canadian-born young child, raised by immigrant parents in the city of Windsor, Ontario. After a few years, our family decided to move and my visits to that church ended. My exposure to church and Christianity was put on hold for the time being.

After graduating from the University of Windsor with a Bachelor of Science (B.A.Sc.) degree in Electrical Engineering, I accepted a job offer with Ontario Hydro, the provincial electrical utility and eventually moved to Scarborough, Ontario. Now that I had a new job, a new Honda Civic, a new apartment and living on my own, I thought life was great and I had it made. After a few years of working, a sense of loneliness began to creep in, and I started asking myself if this was all there was to life.