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From: FOODFORTHOUGHT <dailyfoodforthought@gmail.com>
Date: Sep 13 08:18AM -0700
Url: http://groups.google.com/group/dailyfoodforthought/msg/97133e7a9238f12c
DOES GOD STILL SPEAK TO HIS PEOPLE?
Author Unknown
September 13, 2011
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 His
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, 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 pass 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, remember I....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 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 to 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. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down
his face. The man began speaking, 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 towards his car and the tears were streaming
down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers and that God still speaks to
His people.
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