Alex didn't waste a moment in sharing what God had done. The hospital became his first mission field. Nurses, doctors, and even fellow patients listened as he shared his testimony. He spoke of God's love, of His grace, and of the miraculous healing he had received.
"God isn't done with you either," he told one young nurse who had confided in him about her struggles. "His love is real. If He can save me, He can save anyone."
Word of Alex's story spread quickly, and soon, he was sharing his testimony at churches, community centers, and even small cafes. Everywhere he went, Alex preached the gospel, not with fiery condemnation but with a tender urgency. "God's love changes everything," he would say. "It's not about what you've done. It's about what Jesus has already done for you."
One night, while Alex was praying, a new thought stirred in his spirit. He had been asking God for guidance on his next steps. His healing was miraculous, but he knew his calling went beyond sharing his story. As he prayed, he felt a clear leading—an unexpected one.
"Join the fire brigade," the thought came, clear as a bell.
At first, Alex hesitated. It seemed like an odd direction. But the more he prayed, the more the idea settled in his heart. The Spirit's words echoed in his memory: "You have been called to save lives—not only with your hands but with your faith."
He shared the thought with Mia the next morning over breakfast. "I think God is leading me to join the fire brigade."
Mia looked surprised, but then a smile spread across her face. "It makes sense, Alex. You've always had a heart for helping people. This could be your way to fulfill that calling—saving lives physically and spiritually."
Within weeks, Alex began an apprenticeship with the local fire brigade. The training was grueling, but he embraced it with determination, knowing it was where he was meant to be. His newfound faith gave him strength and courage. Every fire he helped put out, every person he rescued, felt like a fulfillment of the mission God had given him.
But Alex didn't stop there. He used his time with his fellow firefighters to share the gospel. Over late-night shifts and early morning drills, he told them about the love of Christ. Some listened out of politeness, others with curiosity, and a few even with genuine interest.
One of his teammates, a man named Brian, approached him one evening after a particularly harrowing rescue. "Alex," he said, his voice low, "I don't know how you do it. You're always so calm, so sure of yourself. What's your secret?"
"It's not me," Alex replied, smiling. "It's God. He's the one who saved me—body and soul. And He can do the same for you."
Brian didn't say much in response, but Alex saw the wheels turning in his mind. He knew the seeds had been planted.
As the weeks turned into months, Alex's life became a tapestry of purpose. Whether he was preaching at a church, sharing his testimony in a coffee shop, or pulling someone from a burning building, he knew he was exactly where God wanted him to be.
His healing wasn't just a miracle—it was a commission. And Alex was determined to spend every day fulfilling it, one life at a time.