Listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice
I received this in my mail-box,would like to share with all my friends
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.
