You could be an angel

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 m! an couldn't 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."
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, 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 Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn
Down that street."
This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.
Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.
At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.
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
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 want to be obedient. I guess that
will count for something but if they don't answer right away, I am 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 some 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 a hallway.
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 ask 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 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 answers prayers.

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From: "kenneth damron" <greaper1971@yahoo.com>

duct tape or nail

A man dies and goes to heaven.

Of course, St. Peter meets him at the Pearly Gates.

St. Peter says, "Here's how it works. You need 100 points to make
it into heaven. You tell me all the good things you've done, and I
give you a certain number of points for each item, depending on how
good it was. When you reach 100 points, you get in."

"Okay," the man says, "I was married to the same woman for 50
years and never cheated on her, even in my heart."

"That's wonderful," says St.Peter, "that's worth three points!"

"Three points?" he says. "Well, I attended church all my life and
supported its ministry with my tithe and service."

"Terrific!" says St.Peter.

"That's certainly worth a point."

"One point!?!!"

"I started a soup kitchen in my city and worked in a shelter for
homeless veterans."

"Fantastic, that's good for two more points," he says.

"Two points!?!! "Exasperated, the man cries.

"At this rate the only way I'll get into heaven is by the grace of God."

"Bingo, 100 points! Come on in!"

We often try to fix problems with WD-40 and duct tape.

God did it with a nail.

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From: greaper1971@yahoo.com