Poem 14

This is a very touching story that was sent to me by a friend. I hope you like it.
Joe Del

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 semicommercial 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 this car and the tears were streaming down his face.
He knew that God still answers prayers.

I hope you and yours have a very happy and blessed Thanksgiving.
Joe Del

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