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Does God Still Speak To Us?
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 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 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 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.author is unknown 
