Returning to Honduras — Answering God's Call and Walking with Him | 再赴洪都拉斯——回应呼召，与神同行

Dear Brothers and Sisters, peace be with you. All glory belongs to God!

Today, I stand before you not to share what I have done, but to testify to how God has used two mission trips to Honduras to open my eyes and transform my life, step by step. I thank God for giving me the opportunity to return to Honduras for a second time to serve on a short-term mission team. Some people asked me, "Wasn't the second trip less exciting than the first? Didn't the sense of freshness wear off?"  My answer is exactly the opposite.

The first trip opened my eyes; the second trip strengthened my steps.

During my first visit, I felt completely overwhelmed. I didn't know what I could do, nor did I understand why God had brought me there. I simply followed the team, watching, listening, and experiencing everything around me. Yet in just a few days, God slowly began to open my eyes.

I saw many single mothers carrying the heavy burden of raising their children alone. I met countless children growing up without fathers. I saw thin, hungry stray dogs wandering the streets searching for food. I also saw churches whose buildings still stood, yet where little spiritual life remained.  At the same time, I witnessed something beautiful. I saw the workers at Nazarene Church faithfully serving despite their limited resources. Their love for the Lord, their passion for the Gospel, and their deep burden for lost souls profoundly moved me. During those few days, it seemed that everything I saw brought tears to my eyes.

The moment that impacted me most deeply came on the day we ministered at a maximum-security prison. There, I shared my personal testimony. As I looked at men whose lives had once been bound by sin and stripped of hope, I listened as Pastor Luis gave the invitation to receive Christ. One by one, dozens of inmates stepped forward to accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior. Once again, tears filled my eyes. But those tears were more than emotion. They came because I witnessed a powerful truth: there is not a single soul that the Lord is willing to give up on. Even behind prison walls, Jesus Christ can bring true freedom and new life. At that moment, only one thought filled my heart:

"Lord, I came to the right place."

That was also the moment I finally understood why God had brought me to Honduras. A mission is not about completing a task. It is not simply about helping others. Nor is it about proving what we are capable of doing. The mission is about personally experiencing the self-giving love of Christ. That love does not come from human enthusiasm or temporary emotion—it comes from Christ Himself. Because of that, when I returned to Honduras for the second time, my heart was completely different. This time, I didn't cry. Not because I no longer saw the needs, but because the Holy Spirit reminded me: Don't just weep for them—become an instrument in God's hands.

I began learning to see people through my Heavenly Father's eyes, to feel what breaks His heart, and to embrace those He loves with His compassion. Every morning before we went out to serve, our mission team and the local church workers would stand together in a circle and pray. Then together we would boldly declare: "We are His feet! We are His mouth! We are His hands!" Every time I heard those words, I was deeply moved. They reminded me that we were not going out representing ourselves—we were representing Christ. We were not serving in our own strength, but through the power of the Holy Spirit. This time, believers from different countries and different churches served together to minister to local churches and surrounding communities. Doctors provided medical care. Volunteers checked blood pressure and body temperature. Pastors prayed over people. Meanwhile, two sisters from a church in Canada and I were responsible for dispensing medications. At first, I could barely recognize the names of the medicines and often had to double-check everything. But by God's grace, after only a few days, I was able to read the prescriptions, locate the correct medications, and place them into the hands of each person who needed them.

Whenever I handed someone their medicine and softly said in Spanish, "Jesús te ama" — "Jesus loves you," the smiles on their faces filled my heart with indescribable joy. I knew they were receiving far more than medicine. They were receiving God's love through us. Another blessing that deeply touched me was seeing believers from different countries and cultures—people who had never met before—come together because of the same Lord. Though we spoke different languages and came from different backgrounds, we encouraged one another, supported one another, and respected one another because we shared one common purpose:

To glorify God and proclaim the Gospel.

It reminded me that the Church is not a building. The Church is God's people—those who willingly answer His call and faithfully carry out His will together. During those seven days, we endured intense heat and humidity, long hours of travel every day, unfamiliar food, difficult sanitary conditions, and physically demanding ministry. If we had relied only on ourselves, it would not have been easy. But when you know why you have come, and when you know that you are working alongside God, every hardship becomes worthwhile. The joy of serving together with God far outweighs physical exhaustion.

This mission trip also strengthened my conviction that obedience brings peace. Following Christ does not remove difficulties. Serving on a mission does not eliminate challenges. But whenever we are willing to answer God's call, He never sends us alone. Those whom He calls, He equips. Those whom He sends, He sustains. The work He begins, He Himself will bring to completion. At first, I thought I was bringing God's blessings to Honduras. Later, I realized that God had used Honduras to bless me. After these two mission trips, I know my Heavenly Father's heart more deeply. I understand the value of every soul more clearly. And I am more determined than ever to spend my life responding to His calling. I thank God for allowing me to experience the sweetness of partnering with Him. I have learned that the truly blessed person is not the one who possesses the most, but the one who is willing to lay down his or her life for the Lord. I do not know where God will send me next.  But I do know this: Wherever He sends me will be the most beautiful place to be. So wherever the Lord leads me in the future, my prayer will remain:

"Here I am, Lord. Send me."

Before I close, I would like to express my heartfelt gratitude to every brother and sister who gave financially, prayed faithfully, and personally supported me for this mission trip to Honduras. Although you did not physically travel to Honduras, your generous giving, earnest prayers, and quiet encouragement made it possible for us to go without worry and bring the Gospel to those in need. Every gift, every prayer, and every act of support is an indispensable part of God's Kingdom work. May the Lord remember every cheerful giver and bless each one of you according to His abundant grace.

Finally, I would like to close with John 12:26:


May God place within each of us a heart that loves souls. Our mission field may not be Honduras, but it is certainly wherever God has placed us today. May we all become people who are willing to follow Christ, answer His call, and bring the Gospel to every place and every person He loves.

May all glory be to God!

弟兄姐妹们，平安！ 一切荣耀都归给神!

今天站在这里，不是想分享我做了什么，而是想见证神如何借着两次洪都拉斯短宣，一步一步打开我的眼睛，改变我的生命。感谢神，让我有机会第二次踏上洪都拉斯这片土地，参与短宣服事。有人问我：“第二次去，会不会已经没有第一次那么新鲜、那么激动了？” 我的答案正好相反。

第一次去，神打开了我的眼睛；第二次去，神坚定了我的脚步。

第一次去的时候，我整个人都是懵的。我不知道自己能做什么，也不知道神为什么要带我来到那里。我只是跟着团队走，看着、听着、经历着。然而，就是那短短几天，神一点一点打开了我的眼睛。

我看见了许多单亲妈妈，为了孩子独自承担生活的重担；看见了许多从小没有父亲陪伴的孩子；看见了街上骨瘦嶙峋、四处寻找食物的流浪狗；也看见了一些教堂虽然还在，却缺少聚会和生命的气息。与此同时，我也看见了拿撒勒教会的同工们，虽然生活条件有限，却依然满有热情地服事、他们对主的爱、对福音的火热、对灵魂的负担，深深震撼了我，那几天里我看到什么我都在流泪。

真正让我生命被触动的，是我们前往重刑犯监狱服事的那一天。在那里，我分享了自己的见证。当我看见那些曾经被罪捆绑、失去盼望的生命，听见路易斯牧师发出呼召时，几十位狱友一步一步走上前来，愿意接受耶稣基督成为他们生命的救主的那一刻，我的眼泪再次流下来。但那眼泪不只是因为感动，更是因为我真实地看见：没有一个灵魂是主愿意放弃的！即使他们身在监狱，耶稣基督仍然可以赐给他们真正的自由和新的生命。那一刻，我心里只有一个声音：

“主啊，我来对了。”

也是从那一天开始，我终于明白，神为什么把我带到洪都拉斯。原来，宣教不是完成一项任务，不是去帮助别人，更不是证明自己可以做什么，而是让自己亲身经历基督舍己的爱。那份爱，不是出于人的热心，也不是一时的感动，而是来自基督自己的生命。所以，当我第二次踏上这片土地的时候，我的心已经和第一次完全不同了。这一次，我没有再流泪。不是因为没有看见需要，而是因为圣灵提醒我：不要只是为他们流泪，更要成为神手中的器皿。

我开始学习用父神的眼光去看祂所看见的，用祂的心去感受祂所心疼的，用祂的怜悯去拥抱祂所深爱的人。每天出发服事之前，当地教会的同工和我们都会围成一个圆圈，一起祷告，然后高声宣告：“我们是祂的脚！我们是祂的口！我们是祂的手！”每一次听见这句话，我心里都非常感动。因为这提醒着我，我们不是代表自己走出去，而是代表基督走出去；不是靠自己的能力服事、而是靠着圣灵的能力去服事。这一次，我们和来自不同国家、不同教会的弟兄姐妹，一起服事当地教会和社区居民。有医生为他们看诊，有同工为他们量血压、测体温，有牧师为他们按手祷告，而我和两位来自加拿大教会的姐妹负责分发药品。刚开始的时候，我连药品名称都认不全，常常需要反复确认。但是感谢神，几天下来，我已经能够根据医生开的药方，准确地找到药品，并送到每一位需要的人手中。

每当我把药递给他们，并用西班牙语轻轻说一句：“Jesús te ama——耶稣爱你。”看到他们脸上的笑容，我心里充满了说不出的喜乐。我知道，他们领受的不只是药物，更是神借着我们传递出去的爱。更让我感动的是，我们这些来自不同国家、不同文化、原本互不相识的人，因为同一位主聚集在一起。虽然语言不同、背景不同，但我们彼此鼓励、彼此扶持、彼此尊重，因为我们有同一个目标：

“荣耀神，传扬福音”

这让我真实体会到，教会不是一栋建筑，而是一群愿意回应神呼召、一起遵行祂旨意的人。七天的服侍，我们经历了炎热发闷的天气、每天漫长的车程、不习惯的饮食，还有不是很好的卫生条件，以及每天高强度的服事……如果靠自己，这一切都不容易。但是，当一个人知道自己为什么而来，也知道自己是在与神同工的时候，这一切辛苦都变得微不足道。因为，与神同工的喜乐，远远超过身体的疲惫。

这次短宣，也让我更加确信：顺服，就有平安。困难不会因为信主而消失，挑战也不会因为宣教而减少。但是，当我们愿意回应神的呼召，神从来不会让我们独自前行。祂所呼召的，祂必亲自装备；祂所差遣的，祂必亲自负责；祂所开始的工作，祂也必亲自成全。

我原以为，是我带着祝福来到洪都拉斯；后来才发现，是神借着洪都拉斯祝福了我。两次宣教之后，我更加认识天父的心，更加看见灵魂的宝贵，也更加坚定自己愿意一生回应神呼召的心志。感谢主，让我经历与神同工是何等甘甜，也让我明白，真正蒙福的人，不是拥有最多的人，而是愿意为主摆上的人。我不知道神下一次会带我去哪里，但我知道：只要是祂差遣的地方，就是最美的地方。所以，无论将来神带领我去哪里，我都愿意回应祂的呼召：

“主啊，我在这里，请差遣我！”

最后，请允许我特别感谢所有为这次洪都拉斯短宣奉献、代祷以及对我个人财务上的支持的我亲爱的的弟兄姐妹们，虽然你们没有亲自踏上洪都拉斯这片土地，但因为你们忠心的奉献、迫切的祷告和默默的支持，使我们能够没有后顾之忧地走出去，把福音带给有需要的人。每一份奉献、每一句祷告、每一次关心，都是神国度事工中不可缺少的一部分。愿神亲自纪念每一位甘心摆上的弟兄姐妹，照着祂丰盛的恩典赐福你们。

最后，我想用《约翰福音》12章26节作为结束：“若有人服侍我，就当跟从我；我在哪里，服侍我的人也要在那里；若有人服侍我，我父必尊重他。”愿神也把一颗爱灵魂的心放在我们每一个人的里面。也许我们的禾场不一定在洪都拉斯，但一定就在神今天所安排给我们的地方。愿我们都成为愿意跟随主、回应主呼召的人，把福音带到神所爱的每一个角落。

愿一切荣耀都归给神！