A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.

    The Pastor had shared about listening to God. 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 idea. Several different people

    talked about how God had led them to do things 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 serve your wishes." 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 was there,

    "Buy a gallon of milk." The young man thought about how

    he'd heard that not all those spoken to recognized God's

    quiet voice inside of one's mind. Then he said, "Okay, God,

    in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem like

    too hard a request to fulfill. He could always use the milk

    himself if nothing else. So 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, 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 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. "God, 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 car 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 do as I wish. 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'd just gotten 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," he said nervously. 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 milk. Are you an Angel?"

    In response to hearing this, 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 as

    the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God

    still answers prayers and that God still speaks to people.