Unicorn (Unicorn@Indenial.com)
Sun, 04 Apr 1999 08:24:37 -0400
"A Gallon of Milk"
Young man has been to Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had talked about listening to G-d and
obeying the Lord's voice. The young man couldn't
help but wonder, "Does G-d still speak to people?"
After the service he went out with some friends for
coffee and pie and they discussed the message.
Several of the group talked about how G-d had led
them in different ways. It was about ten o'clock
when the young man started driving home. Sitting in
his car, he began to pray, "G-d... 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, "G-d, is that
You?" He didn't get a reply and started on toward home.
But again, came the thought: "Buy a gallon of milk."
The young man thought about Samuel, and how he
didn't recognize the voice of G-d, and how little Samuel
ran to Eli. "Okay, G-d, in case that is you," the young
man said, "I will buy the milk."
It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. He
could always use the milk. He stopped at a convenience
store, 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, as he drove 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,
G-d, 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 to
the people in the house. Finally, he opened the door
of his car. "Okay G-d, if this is you, I will go to the
house 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'm 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. A man
was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked
like he'd just gotten 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?" he asked.
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 as he
turned to his unexpected visitor. 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 G-d to show me how to get
some milk."
His wife in the kitchen called 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 with him and put in the man's
hand. He turned and walked back to his car, with
tears rolling down his cheeks. He knew that G-d still
answers prayers, and that G-d still speaks to His people.
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The source of this article could not be traced.
NOTE for the curious ones: I do not spell out the name
of G-d out of respect to the Deity and not for any other
reasons. I don't do it to please anybody; I do it for myself.
I may be The Joke Mistress who occasionally makes fun
of the Deities, but I remain a deeply spiritual person.
For additional explanation, see
http://www.ladyhawk.com/jan9.html
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