This is a wonderful story!
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.
[1 Samuel -Chapter 3] 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 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 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.