A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and
obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God
still speak to people?"
After the service, he went out with some friends
for coffee and pie, and they discussed the message. Several different ones talked about how God had led
them in different ways.
It was about ten o'clock when the young man
started driving home. Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God ... If
you will speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."
As he drove down the main street of his town, he had
the strangest thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?"
He didn't get a reply and started on toward home. But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.
The young man thought about Samuel and how he
didn't recognize the voice of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.
"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use
the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.
As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "
Turn down that street." This is crazy he thought and drove on past the inter-section. Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed
down Seventh. Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will."
He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like
he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in a semi commercial area of town. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed, and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.
Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to
the people in the house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or they
were already asleep.
He started to open the car door and then sat back in the
car seat. "Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I
wake them up, they are going to be mad, and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he should go and give them the milk.
Finally, he opened the car door. "Okay God, if this is you,
I will go to the door, and I will give them the milk. If you
want me to look like a crazy person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for something, but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."
He walked across the street and rang the bell. He
could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before the
young man could get away.
The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt.
He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face, and he didn't seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is it?"
The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here,
I brought this to you."
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway. Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the
milk toward the kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face.
The man began speaking and half crying, "We were
just praying. We had some big bills this month, and we ran out of money. We didn't have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk."
His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I asked him to
send an Angel with some. Are you an Angel?"
The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out
all the money he had on him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers.
Unsigned - Anonymous
awww...*teary*
