God Still Answers

A young man had been to Wed. 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 a semi-commercial area of town. It
wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of neighbourhoods 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 them 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 a 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 a 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 the 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 milk. Are you an Angel?" The young man reached into his
wallet and pulled out all the money he had on him and put it 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.

"Stop telling God how big your storm is.
Instead, tell the storm how big your God is!"