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 the 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?" The door opened before the young man could even
think of getting away.
A man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked
like he had just gotten 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, speaking
loudly in Spanish. 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 on him and put it in the man's hand. He turned and
walked back toward his car and now the tears were streaming
down *his* face.
He knew now that God still answers prayers.
[Thanks to my daughter, Alyson, for sending this classic]
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