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.
He knew that God still answers prayers.
This is so true. Sometimes it's the simplest things that God
asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He's
asking, to be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and
obey! It will bless you (and the world).
Friday, 9 November 2007
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