When I was about 5-6 years old, there was a typhoon and/or thunderstorm in HK. I looked out the window of my bedroom at the lightning and strong wind, and was terrified of how powerful nature is. I pondered that if I was so small and limited, what would my meaning of life be and is there anything that is eternal?
I grew up in a family in which my grandparents worshipped gods sincerely. Therefore since I was very young, I knew a lot about the Chinese gods and ghosts. Also, due to the catholic background of my grandparents from my mother’s side, I had heard about Jesus and the Bible though I did not know much what they were. In one incident, I had a spiritual experience. I saw a picture of Jesus smiling at me when I woke up from an afternoon nap. At that time, I was about 4 years old! Since then, I knew there must be something (or someone) which is greater than human beings. I did not know what it is, but I called it “god” according to the Chinese culture.