Does God Still Speak

Does God Still Speak!

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 al

ways 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 semicommercial area of town. It wasn't the best but it

wasn't the worst of neighbor- hoods 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 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.

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