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 neighborhood 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 asked 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.