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 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 still speak to people, 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 intersection. 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 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 the milk. Finally, he opened the 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 ask
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 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.
