I joined the church on October 10, 1969. I didn’t have a habit to call Heavenly Father’s name before then, though somehow I used to offer silent prayer when the midnight siren wailed in my town … [Y]ears have passed since I called Heavenly Father’s name every day. In 1968, I attended a three-day workshop. However, I didn’t join then. I joined a year later. During that one year, I struggled very much about life in general and love to the point that I didn’t want to live anymore. Most of my college friends were Marxists, and they worked hard to convert me. I was pushed to the edge. Then, my spiritual mother invited me to a Divine Principle workshop a second time. Every word of Divine Principle made much sense to me, and all my cells rejoiced. I regretted that I didn’t join a year earlier. From there I went to a 14-day workshop and decided to join the church. I was completely liberated from my questions and agony and felt I had found the purpose of my life. I was happy, joyful, and felt the urge to tell all mankind.
From Tribute, pp. 223-24