Does God still speak to us?

In the words of my secondary school principal, Christianity is a relationship and not a religion". Today, I discovered a truism in that line. Communication is important in any relationship and so when christians say they do not hear from God, I wonder- what's wrong? Obviously, a link is broken.
Upon deciding to place this article here, I read a story which opened my eyes closely to the benefits of communication and most importantly, "hearing from God."
Geoge had been to Wednesday night Bible Study following my invitation. The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's voice. The young man could not 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."




George drove down the main street of his town when 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 so he continued the journey home. But again, the thought of buying the milk came up again.



At this point, I remember Samuel and how he did not recognize the voice of God. The Bible records that Samuel ran to Eli thinking he had called. Eli only applied wisdom by saying Samuel should urge God to speak when next He called.



"Okay in that case God, I will buy the milk" George said aloud, still with doubts that this "God" was speaking. To him, it did not seem like a test of obedience. He believed that he could always use the milk if there was no need why God called for it. He drove into the parking lot of a nearby store and purchased the gallon of milk.
George headed towards Malokolo street when he felt this urge "Turn down that street". This was obviously a longer route to his home that would take him another thirty minutes on the road. He felt this idea of God speaking was a crazy one. He battled with this order until jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will."



George drove through several buildings in the area when he felt suddenly, a will to stop. He parked his vehicle and looked around. Everywhere looked silent. The neighbourhood was not the best but it was not the worst either. The businesses were closed and most houses looked dark like the people were fast asleep.



His wildest thoughts jolted him to life. "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the street", he thought. George looked at the house with a big Number twelve written on it. He felt the occupants were asleep and it was stupidity to wake them up. He walked to his door and sat in the car. "Lord, this is insane, he said aloud."


The urge did not cease. Finally, he opened the door. "God, if this is you, I'll do so. If however, you just want to make me look stupid, I will be obedient and get out of here as soon as I can." he walked across the street to the house and knocked silently.




He could hear some noise inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" George was afraid and almost pee in his pants. Then, the door opened. The man who opened was in his jeans and a T-shirt. He looked like he just got out of bed. He had this strange look on his face and didn't seem to be happy to have some stranger at his doorstep.



"What is it?", he asked.
"Here, I brought this to you", George replied thrusting the milk forward.
The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway speaking loudly in a language George barely understood. It looked like Egbira. Then from the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the kitchen, her husband following with a baby. The baby was crying and 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 did not have any milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to get some milk". His wife shouted out from the kitchen, "I asked him to send an angel with some. Are you an Angel?"



George, speechless, 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 towards his car with tears streaming down his face.
Now, he truly knows that God answers prayers and that God still speaks





Now, I want to believe the problem is talkativeness. Prayer should be a two way thing- he speaks, we listen or we speak, he listens. Most time, we keep talking even when there is need for God to speak and in the long run, we hear nothing. Little wonder God's word says: "Be still and know that I am God"
This is truth. Communication is important in any relationship and so when christians are cut off heaven's line, they are nothing.
Let thy ears be tuned!




2 comments:

  1. Obviously, it's a matter of deep thought. Flywaterz, I share your sighs. Thanks for coming around.

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