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 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.





"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!