The children ran around the mountains, and some of them even lived on the slopes. Two-year-old Edan would always run out of his home to greet me whenever I arrived (I didn't dare to walk on that slope!). Their playground facilities were in a very dilapidated state, and the ground was rugged, making it easy for them to get injured while running around. But this place was their paradise of carefree play.

In the centre of the shelter was a church used for services. Pastor Gustavo, the pastor of the shelter, hoped that immigrants could learn about the Christian faith during their temporary stay and experience a complete transformation in their lives.

We participated in their service, and one of our team members was responsible for delivering a sermon. During the worship songs, a group of children sang and danced with all their might to praise the Lord. They even knelt down in worship. I was filled with gratitude and admiration because they were able to learn about Christ from a young age and have reverence for God.

Towards the end of the service, it was time to pray for the people. I felt a bit lost for the first time! The reason was that there were too many congregants, and I didn't speak Spanish. Only three team members were able to act as translators. I felt helpless, and in the end, I prayed directly in Cantonese. But thank God, the Holy Spirit still touched them greatly, and everyone cried after the prayer.

At the end, with the help of translation, I prayed for a middle-aged brother:

"God remembers every commitment and longing in your heart, and there will be no turning back! No turning back!" The Holy Spirit worked in him, and he stumbled and seemed to be dancing, finally falling to his knees on the ground.

Sex work is legal in Mexico, and Americans crossing the border for pleasure have contributed to the development of the local sex industry, influencing the social atmosphere.

Christians are not detached from the world; instead, they enter the enemy's territory to heal and save! Our short-term mission team prayed for God's revelation in creating portraits using "prophetic art" and made them into cards to personally distribute to nearly 50 sex workers.

We wanted to express to them that every person has the image of God and should remember that they are human beings, not tools. Pastor Ricardo, who led the team, reminded us not to invalidate other people's life experiences. Some people have truly miserable and broken lives, and the things that bring them the most happiness in their experiences may indeed be drugs and sex.

After hearing these words, we took the lives we were about to encounter very seriously. The sisters were particularly moved by each sex worker. Thank God, one sex worker accepted the Lord that night!

During this mission, we shared the gospel with the homeless, people in shops and at the farmers' market. The team members were skilled and natural in their visits and preaching, determined to bring the fulfillment of the Kingdom of Heaven to the earth.

This was my first time interacting with the homeless. We encountered a homeless man who was being chased by the police. His face was covered in blood, and he was slightly intoxicated. We shared the gospel with him, and he asked if we wanted to fight him. He also asked if Jesus would accept him even though he had killed someone. We told him that what Jesus accomplished on the cross was enough to forgive his sins. However, later on, he became incoherent. He even asked the female team member from the States, who was standing next to me, if she would marry him if he accepted Jesus. Eventually, he became too drunk and fell asleep, so we left the blanket and other supplies and departed.

Another homeless person we encountered was 57 years old, but he looked like he was in his seventies. He complained about the government only knowing how to drive away the poor and treating them as criminals without providing any help. I shared my testimony with him, and tears filled his eyes. He spoke about feeling the Spirit of the Lord and the presence of God. Just as I was about to pray for him, Pastor Ricardo said it was time to get back on the van. I was extremely reluctant and cried as I got on the car, just missing it...

But I respected authority and knew about the resistance from both sides of the law in the area and the risk of attracting too many homeless individuals. I only stayed for a short time, but the ministry will continue daily.

Before setting off, my church pastor prayed for me and said that on this journey, I would be involved in healing people. My church in Hong Kong has always had a strong culture of healing and I had previously participated in healing classes, learning about the history of healing evangelists in church history. A mission team member also prayed for me and said that I would exercise healing during this mission.

At the farmers' market, we cared for the vendors, greeted each other, and blessed their businesses and economy. I had the privilege of praying for people with stomach cancer and hearing loss. The woman who was deaf in one ear suddenly heard a faint sound! She cried and gave glory to the Lord, firmly believing that the Kingdom of Heaven is coming.

On the first morning, we prayed for and served one another in the restaurant while having breakfast. The atmosphere of the heavenly kingdom suddenly manifested in that place! They prayed for me:

• God will provide me with companions and mend relationships.

• God will reward me for fully surrendering and taking risks for Him.

• God will bless my family; as a part of Generation Legacy, my descendants will be a special race who loves God.

• God wants me to pray for many people during this short-term mission, and my special anointing can bless many.

We traveled in a tour van for border crossings without needing to get off the vehicle. When leaving the United States for Mexico, there were no inspections along the way. However, when returning from Mexico to the United States, we were questioned by customs officers. To avoid traffic congestion, we departed at 4 a.m. We gave all our passports to the team leader, who handed them to the officer. 

"Who are you? Why are you traveling? Why do you have passports from so many different countries?" The officer asked.

"We are missionaries going to serve the church in Mexico and now returning to California." The team leader replied.

Hearing the identity of "missionaries" was surprising at first, because in Hong Kong, when participating in short-term missions, we simply referred to ourselves as "tourists". But I realised that in Western countries, I already have the identity of a "missionary" and am actively engaged in this work. I am grateful to the Lord for giving me this opportunity and elevating me!