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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 ward 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 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 l ooked 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.
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