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 with tears streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.
