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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 asked 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.

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