At 7 years old, Sean lost his mother due to her struggle with bipolar disorder. She had committed suicide while the rest of the family went for a museum trip.
On that same day, Sean had also lost a big part of his father who had to cope with the loss of his wife.
Sean was soon diagnosed with a learning disability and a behavior disorder. He was basically acting out in whatever way that a little child know how. He was struggling to belong. He was hurting.
Things at home started falling apart.
At 16, Sean ran away from home.
By the time he was 18, Sean had made his way across the country. He was still travelling on the slippery road of drugs and drinking, a party lifestyle. He was trying to run away from the pain. Yet, no matter where he went or what he does, he can't get away from it.
His world collapsed in on itself.
Sean found himself, at 26 years of age, out on the streets in Vancouver - broken, homeless, helplessly addicted and lost.
His drug habits had progressed to a more dangerous level. Sean was stealing, breaking into homes, and basically doing all he could (illegally) to support his habits. As such, he was constantly arrested.
In the early spring of 2000, Sean found himself eating soup out of a minivan of a family every Sunday. He could not figure this family. This family would come out every Sunday to give out soup to the homeless on the streets.
One Sunday, the father of the family, Mark, looked at him in the eye and said, "Sean, what are you doing down here?"
Sean broke down and wept…
"I don't know. I have no idea. I am hopelessly addicted. I'm totally lost…and there's no hope."
Mark and his wife invited Sean to their home. He went.
They washed his clothes and let him use their bathroom to shower. Sean played basketball with their oldest son and held their baby girl in his arms. They invited him to church.
It was the first time that he was invited to a church. However, Sean did not remember anything that the pastor talked about. Nothing except "Jesus". That's all he kept hearing again and again.
Sean found himself in front of that church at the altar call, weeping and weeping.
The pastor came over to him and said, "Today, there's hope for your life. Today, there's hope." He led Sean into the sinner's prayer.
That day, Sean found Hope.
" We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf." - Heb 6:19-20