This ought to give you chills...

A young man had been to the Saturday Night Bible Study.
The Preacher had shared his thoughts about listening to God and obeying His voice.

The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people?.. Absurd??...'"

After service, he went out with a few friends for a cup of coffee and they discussed the message.
Each one talked about how God had led him/her in different ways.

It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving back home.

While behind the wheels, he prayed,

"God, if you still speak to people, speak to me. I am willing to listen. I will do my best to obey."

Then, as he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest of thoughts to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and asked loudly,"God is that you?"

He didn't get a reply and so continued towards his home.

But again the thought... to buy a gallon of milk...

The young man thought about Samuel in the Bible and how he didn't recognize the voice of God.

"Okay, God, in case it 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 a gallon of milk and started off towards his home.

As he passed the Seventh Street , he felt another urge, "Turn Down the street."

"This is crazy", he thought, and drove on past the intersection.

But the urge did not subside..

Again, he felt that he should turn down the Seventh Street ...

At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down the Seventh.

Half jokingly, he spoke out aloud,

"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 the 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

as if the people had already gone to bed.

Again, he heard as if somebody asking, "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 occupants had either left or were asleep. He wanted to open the door but chose to sit back in his 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," he thought.

But again, he felt like he should go and give them the milk.

Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you speaking to me, I will go to the door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy person, its okay.

Still I want to be obedient, if its your will. I guess that will count for some thing..

But if they don't answer me right away, I am out of here, no matter what."

So he crossed the street and rang the bell.

He could hear some noises inside.

A man yelled, "Who is it? What do you want?"

And the door opened before the young man could get away.

The man was standing there in jeans and a T-shirt.

He looked like he just struggled 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 doorsteps at that hour.

To his "What is it?", the young man thrust out the gallon of milk,

"Here, I brought this for you."

The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway...

Then from down the hallway, came a woman carrying the milk towards the kitchen.

The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying...

The man had tears streaming down his face.

He began speaking and 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 praying and asking God to tell 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 cupped hand. He turned and walked back towards his car with tears rushing down his cheeks.

He understood that God still answers prayers.

Want to call me a sentimental humbug?

Sure, you may.

But,

"If you are ashamed of me, I will be ashamed of you before my Father."

Heed to your inner voice... its divine.

Enjoy the rest of your week-end.

Love,

Prof. Dr. Alex Abraham Odikandathil