November 8, 2003

• Just remember, "Our God is an Awesome God!"
  
  
  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 ways.
  
  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, he had the thought to 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 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 he 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 them 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 a 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 a 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 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. 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 yelled from the kitchen, "I asked him to send an Angel with some
  milk. 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.
  
  "Stop telling God how big your storm is. Instead, tell the storm how big
  your God is! "

  
  

  
  

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  So what's the song that has been replaying between my ears for the past hour?

  
  

  ...Praise Him under open skies
  Everything breathing praising God
  In the company
  Of all who love the King...

  
  

  AWESOME song!  Thanks to LifeStar7  for the reference! 

  
  

  God bless each one of you..
  

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