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December 25, 2015 - Christmas


A few weeks ago as I reflected on the dreams of St. Joseph I wondered if God still speaks to people?" It was about 7:30 pm when I started riding home. Sitting on my scooter, reflecting on my health, my family and my parish I 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 I rode down the road of my home town, I had the strangest thought, to stop and buy a gallon of milk.  I shook my head and said out loud, "God is that you?" I didn't get a reply and started on toward home.  But again, the thought came, “buy a gallon of milk.” I thought about Joseph in the dreams how he recognized the voice of God, and how he took Mary as his wife and then took her and the baby to Egypt.  "Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy milk." It didn't seem like too hard a test of obedience. I could always use milk.  I stopped and purchased A gallon of milk and started off toward home. As I passed a graveled road, I again felt the urge, "Turn down that road."

"This is crazy," I thought and rode on. Again, I felt that I should turn down the road.  At the next corner, I turned back and headed down the graveled road. Half-jokingly I said out loud, "Okay, God, I will." Suddenly, I felt like I should stop.

It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst of neighborhoods either. There were no convenient stores there and most of the houses looked dark like the people were already in bed.  Again, I sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the house across the road."  I looked at the hut, not good enough to be called a house. It was dark and it looked like the people were either gone or were already asleep. "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, I felt like I should go and give the milk.

Finally, I stepped down from the scooter, "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."

I walked across the road and banged on the door. I could hear some noise inside.  A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then the door opened before I 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?" I thrust out the gallon of milk.

"Here, I brought this to you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hall way. 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?"  I reached into my wallet and pulled out all the money I had on me and put it in the man's hand. I turned and walked back toward my scooter and the tears were streaming down my face. I knew that God still speaks to me and answers people’s prayers.