GOD’S “SPECIAL DELIVERY!”
In my 54 years of ministry, I’ve been blessed to experience God’s special guidance on occasions that, in one case, saved my life. So when I read this story, I could say with assurance that such things do happen to people when they are sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit. The writer of this story withheld his name in order to give God all the glory.
He had just come out of church after the Wednesday night Bible Study, where the Pastor taught on “Listening to God and obeying His voice.” The young man couldn’t help but wonder, “Does God still speak to people?”
As was their custom, he and several of his friends went to a nearby cafe for some coffee and pie, where they discussed the lesson. Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different ways. It was about ten o’clock PM when the young man started for home. While driving, he began to pray, “O Lord, if You still speak to people, speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey.”
As he drove along the route he always took from church, he suddenly had the strangest urge to stop and buy a gallon of milk. He shook his head and said out to himself, “Where did that idea come from?” As he drove on, once again the same urge came into his mind like a voice speaking to him, stop and buy a gallon of milk.
Then young gentleman remembered how the Pastor has talked about young Samuel in the Bible and how he didn’t recognize the voice of God, and how he ran to the high priest Eli thinking it was him. At that moment, the young fellow said. “Okay, God, just in case that’s You talking to me, I’ll stop and buy the milk.” It didn’t seem like too bad of an idea. After all, he could always use the milk. So, he stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and then continued toward home, thinking he would learn soon why he had been led to buy the milk.
As he passed Seventh Street, he suddenly felt the urge to turn and go down Seventh Street. He had never been down that street before, so it didn’t make any sense. He drove on, but the urging in his mind would not stop prodding him. So, he decided to take a chance because if this was God speaking to him, he wanted to obey. So he turned around and went back to Seventh Street. As he turned on to a very dark and unfriendly looking street, he half-jokingly said to himself, “Okay Lord, I’m doing this just for You.”
It was not one of the most upscale parts of their small city. There were lots of small business and some apartment buildings and small houses. He drove on slowly for several blocks when all at once, he felt like he should stop. He pulled over to the curb and looked around. I was eerily dark in that spot, there were no street lights on, and he didn’t see any lights on in any building. He was pretty sure that everyone who lived there was already in bed.
He was beginning to feel some anxiety about where he was. As he looked around one more time before he decided to get out of there, he was hoping he’d see something that might help him understand why he had been led there. His eyes fell on the front door of a small house right across the street from him, and he felt a strong urge to take the gallon of milk to that door. As he stared at the door, there was nothing that told him it would be a friendly place to go. But he gritted his teeth, quickly got out of his car, grabbed the gallon of milk and ran over to deposit the milk at the front of the door.
As he ran up to the door of this small, somewhat shabby house, he went to place the milk at the front door when he suddenly heard voices inside. Now, this whole thing didn’t seem so insane as it appeared to be at first. So pressed the doorbell button just once. The voices inside stopped. He waited for a moment and was about to put the milk down and hurry back to his car when He could hear a man’s voice inside yelling out in an agitated tone, “Who is it? What do you want?” That did it, he was going to drop the milk and get out of there as quickly as he could.
But just as he turned to leave, the door flew open and there was a young man standing in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked like he just gotten out of bed. He stood looking at this stranger with a bewildered look on his face, and he didn’t seem too happy to have somebody ring the doorbell that late at night. The man asked again, “What do you want?” But this time his voice sounded more like a desperate person looking for help. The young man thrust out the gallon of milk and said, “Here, something told me to bring this to you.”
What happened next caught him by surprise. The man grabbed the milk, whirled around and rushed down the hallway speaking loudly in Spanish. He opened a door to a room and shouting to the person inside. Out rushed a young woman holding a tiny baby. Together they hurried to the kitchen. The baby was crying. The man had tears streaming down his face as he turned around and came back to the front door. He was sobbing as he tried to explain that he and his wife had been praying all day. Through tears, he told the young man that they had some big bills to pay this month and ran out of money. Wiping away the tears, he told the young gentleman, “We didn’t have any milk for our baby. We were asking God to show us some way we could get some milk for our baby.” His wife then called out from the kitchen, “I asked God to send an angel with some milk. Are you an Angel?”
Now everyone had tears in their eyes and a joyful smile on their faces. 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. The young man and his wife thanked him over and over again, praising God for answering their prayer. After hugging and praising the Lord, the young man turned and walked back toward his car with tears were streaming down his face. He knew he had just experienced how God speaks to people. It was a lesson he would never forget.
I can tell you from personal experience that when you let God use you like this, those to whom he sends you do think that you are an angel. Well, you are! Not in the physical sense of having wings and flying down from heaven, but in the sense that the word “angel” means “messenger.” So the next time God urges you to visit or call or take something to someone, just consider yourself as a divine messenger with a special delivery. – Dr. Robert R Seyda