Milk From God

> 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 yo ung 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 Seven th 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 a 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 some thing, but if
> they don’t answer right away, I am out of here.’
> He walked across the stree t 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 pr aying
> 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.


Forwarded by: Sharon