Does God Still Speak To Us?

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 the 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 10:00pm 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, 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, so 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 opend 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 hall way 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 and the
baby was crying. 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 it in the man's hand. He turned and walked back
toward his car and tears began to stream down his face. He knew that

God still answers prayers.

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