God's Voice
A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.
The Pastor had shared about listening to Yahveh and
obeying His voice. The young man couldn't
help but wonder, "Does Yahveh 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 Yahveh 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, "Yah,
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, "Yahveh 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 Yahveh, and how little Samuel ran to
Eli. "Okay, Yah, 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, Yah,
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.
"Yahveh, 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 Yah, 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. 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 Yahveh 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 Yahveh still answers prayers.
rinah shalom