My early life had no contact with anything to do with Christianity, although my late mother attended a local non-denominational chapel.

It wasn’t long in my married life that I started to face real difficulties. I was looking after my very ill wife, a young son and trying to cope with a growing business, whilst still grieving for my father. Everything started to take its toll on my ability to “keep all the balls in the air”.

While at work one summer’s afternoon at a new customer’s house whom I knew to be a Christian (whatever that meant), I finally came to the end of myself. I confided in her that I was in rather a bad state.

She started praying for me and telling me about someone called Jesus and how, He had been crucified to pay the price for my sin, and that had been raised to life three days later. She said that if I put my trust in Him, and turned from my sin, my life would change completely.

Andrew and I grew up in families which were not Christian in Hong Kong. In fact, tagging along with our parents to temples, chanting prayers and burning incense to various deities, became somewhat customary on specific festivities when we were growing up.

Like any high-spirited, headstrong 20-somethings, our lives were preoccupied with ambitious work commitments and thriving social engagements. There was no room in our lives for God. But God had made His emphatic presence known to us…