Interesting Mail Forwards

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 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.

~Author Unknown~

posted by Amba K  # 12:41 AM