Gallon of Milk

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
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 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 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.