Let Me Hear You Lord

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Let Me Hear You Lord

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

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 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. Are you an Angel?"

The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out
all the money he had on him and put 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.

Author Unknown