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Thursday, December 16, 2004
Phew! At last! I've finished posting comments in your sites. I feel good already. Hey, read this one. This is great.
Are You An Angel?
Sometimes God will speak to you in ways you won’t instantly recognize. But listen with your heart and you will hear His message.
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible study. The pastor had shared a story about listening to God and obeying the Lord’s voice. The young man couldn’t help wondering, “Does God still speak to people?”
After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they discussed the Pastor’s message. The young man’s companions talked about how God had led them in different ways. But he had nothing to share.
It was about 10 p.m. 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: 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 the thought surfaced in his mind again: Buy a gallon of milk.
The young man remembered 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 shops were closed and most of the houses looked dark, like it occupants 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 residents 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 your wish, I will knock at that house and will give the milk to its occupants. If you want me to look crazy, fine. 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.”
The bewildered young man walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some voice inside. Then a man yelled out, “Who is it? What do you want?” Then the door opened before the young man could get away. A guy in his 30s was standing there in his jeans and t-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had a strange look in 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 without a word 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 too.
He 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 emerged from the kitchen and spoke: “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.