Does God Still Speak to People?

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 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 and 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 thought about 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 to hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.

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 door step. “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 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 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 hand. He turned and walked back toward his car and the tears were streaming down his face. He knew that God still answered prayers. ~ Author Unknown ~

Feel the Nails

They pierced My hands and My feet. Psalm 22:16

They tell me Jesus died for my transgressions, that He paid that price a long, long time ago. When He gave His life for me, On a hill called Calvary, but there’s something else I want to know: Does He still feel the nails every time I fail? Can He hear the crowd cry, Crucify again? Am I causing Him pain, then I know I’ve got to change, I just can’t bare the thought of hurting Him. Seems I’m so good at breaking promises and I treat His precious grace so carelessly, but each time He forgives what if He relives the agony He felt on that tree. Does He still feel the nails every time I fail? Can He hear the crowd cry, Crucify again? Am I causing Him pain, then I know I’ve got to change, I just can’t bare the thought of hurting Him. Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord ~ Song by Ray Boltz ~

Fellowship of the Unashamed

I am part of the “Fellowship of the Unashamed.” The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still. My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, and my future is secure. I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tame visions, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, and my way is rough, my companions few, my Guide reliable, my mission clear. I won’t give up, back up, let up or shut up until I’ve preached up, prayed up, paid up, store up, and stayed up for the cause of Christ. I must go until He returns, give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear.

~ An African martyr’s last words ~ Adapted from the book “One Thing You Can’t Do In Heaven” by Mark Cahill

Funny Church Hymns

The Dentist’s Hymn -- Crown Him With Many Crowns The Optometrist’s Hymn -- Open My Eyes That I Might See The Contractor’s Hymn -- The Church’s One Foundation The Waiter’s Hymn -- Fill My Cup, Lord The Tailor’s Hymn -- Holy, Holy, Holy The Geologist’s Hymn -- Rock of Ages The Credit Card Telemarketer’s Hymn -- A Charge to Keep I Have The Politician’s Hymn -- Standing on the Promises The Shoe Repairer’s Hymn -- It Is Well With My Soul The IRS Agent’s Hymn -- I Surrender All The Psychiatrist’s Hymn -- Just A Little Talk with Jesus The Shopper’s Hymn -- Sweet By and By The Lifeguard’s Hymn -- Rescue the Perishing The Criminal’s Hymn -- Search Me, O God The Paramedic’s Hymn -- Revive Us Again The Menswear Clerk’s Hymn -- Blest Be the Tie The Hematologist’s Hymn -- Are You Washed in the Blood? The Electrician’s Hymn -- Send the Light The Travel Agent’s Hymn -- Anywhere with Jesus The Golfer’s Hymn -- There is a Green Hill Far Away ~ Author Unknown ~

God, Are You Real?

The little child whispered, “God, speak to me” and a meadowlark sang. But the child did not hear. So, the child yelled, “God, speak to me!” and the thunder rolled across the sky. But the child did not listen. The child looked around and said, "God let me see you” and a star shone brightly. But the child did not notice. And the child shouted, “God show me a miracle!” and a life was born. But the child did not know. So the child cried out in despair, “Touch me God, and let me know you are here!” whereupon God reached down and touched the child. But the child brushed the butterfly away and walked away unknowingly ~ Author Unknown ~ Take time to listen, observe, and be thankful. Often times, things are right underneath our noses. Don’t miss out on your blessing because it isn’t packaged the way that you expect.

Back to Top