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 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.
