John 14:26, “The Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all things that I said to you”
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 the service he went out with some friends for coffee and they discussed the message. Several of them 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 began to pray. God if you still speak to people, speak to me, I will listen and I will do my best to obey, he prayed. As he drove down the main street of town, he had the strangest thought, 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, 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 7th St., he again felt the urge Turn down that street. This is crazy he thought and drove on pass the intersection. Again, he felt that he should turn down 7th St. At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down 7th. 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 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’ll do it. 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. 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 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. Half crying the man began to speak, we were just praying. We had some big bills and we ran out of money. We didn’t have any money for milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk. His wife spoke up and said, 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 hand. He turned and walked back to his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answers prayers and that He still speaks to His people.
When I was growing up, I stayed with my grandparents for a week every summer. They lived on a street that dead-ended into some railroad tracks. I would often awaken several times on my first night as the box cars rumbled by or when an engineer blew the train whistle. However, by the end of my visit, I had grown so accustomed to the noise that I could sleep straight through the night without interruption. I had tuned out the sounds.
There are other interruptions that I don’t want to tune out! I love it when my wife unexpectedly makes some homemade cinnamon rolls and brings a couple with a cup of coffee when I’m working at the computer. And it brings me joy when I receive an unexpected call from a friend. Sometimes we’re tempted to tune out “divine interruptions” of the Holy Spirit instead of listening to His promptings. He may nudge us with a realization that we need to ask forgiveness for something we said or did. Or persistently remind us that we should pray for someone who is experiencing a crisis or like the man in the story to buy a gallon of milk.
When the Holy Spirit indwells us, He teaches us, convicts us, comforts us, and guides us into truth (John 14:16-27, 26; John 16:7-8, 13). My beloved, are you tuned in to the interruption of His voice?
Make the right choice: Obey the Spirit’s voice.