God Speaks to us…Do we listen?

“I believe deep within me that every act that we execute, every thought that we invent in our hearts, no matter how long will one day return back to us greatly magnified.”                                                                                          -Isqil Najim

"It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself."
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

A young man had been to Wednesday Night Class of Religious Studies. The Cleric had shared about listening to God and obeying God through intuition. The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to people through intuition?" 

After Lessons, 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 and that at the end you'll know it was God Who has directed you. 

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 came into his head. 

"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 a 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. 

"God, 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. 


At times in our lives, all we just need is to listen to that silence whisper that continues to reverberate in our hearts when we have conditioned ourselves to receive the infinite intelligence. If we are positive, and open minded, we would begin to realize how close we are to the creator. Our intuitions are special gifts from God unfortunately most of us use the power negatively, destructively and in most cases selfishly.

To my readers, I challenge you all to dedicate a time of your day to listen to God and ask Him to direct you toward a worthy cause that could alleviate someone’s suffering.  Once we identify a worthy cause, let us strive to execute it. I believe that if we can do this, we will create a domino effect whereby what we gift out to others will inevitably return back to us, greatly multiply. What is more, we will make our world a better place where love and progress become our main mantra.


  1. it is cool,but how do i no that the voice i hear is fr God n not devil,it is in d scripture that devil 2 speak 2 man.

  2. @Israel
    Thank you, thank you...You are great!

    It is one thing to listen, it is another to hear. Many are endowed with the ears and the voices ring as loud as church Bell, but will not be able to decode the sound.

    Through development of one's intuition, we can learn to recognize the difference between the voice of God and the Voice of the devil. The Voice of God will not direct yo to do evil. and the voice of the devil will not ask you to help your neighbour. That is one big difference...





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