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
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 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 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.