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
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
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
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.