Mr. Laubach

Here are some excerpts from Mr. Laubach's journal (I am taking these from Max Lucado's book, "Just Like Jesus").

Here is a short bio as written by Max Lucado in his book Just Like Jesus:

Born in the United States in 1884, he was a missionary to the illiterate, teaching them to read so they could know the beauty of the Scriptures. What fascinates me about thi man, however, is not his teaching. I'm fascinated by his listening. Dissatisfied with his spritual life, at the age of forty-five Laubach resolved to live in "continuous inner conversation with God and in perfect responsiveness to His will."...as you read the passages, keep in mind that they were not penned by a monk in a monastery but by a busy, dedicated instructor. By the time he died in 1970, Laubach and his techniques of education were known on almost every continent. He was widely respected and widely traveled. The desire of his heart was not recognition, however, but unbroken communion with the Father.

Can we have that contact with God all the time? All the time awake, fall asleep in His arms, and awaken in His presence? Can we attain that? Can we do His will all the time? Can we think His thoughts all the time?...Can I bring the Lord back in my mind-flow every few seconds so that God shall always be in my mind? I choose to make the rest of my life an experiment in answering this question.

January 26, 1930: I am feeling God in each movement by an act of will-willing that He shall direct these fingers that now strike this typewriter-willing that He shall pour through my steps as I walk.

March 1, 1930: This sense of being led by an unseen hand which takes mine while another hand reaches ahead and prepares the way, grows upon me daily...sometimes it requires a long time early in the morning. I determine not to get out of bed until that mind set upon the Lord is settled.

April 18, 1930: I have tasted a thrill in fellowship with God which has made anything discordant with God disgusting. This afternoon the possession of God has caught me up with such sheer joy that I thought I never had known anything like it. God was so close and so amazingly lovely that I felt like melting all over with a strangeblissful contentment. Having had this experience, which comes to me now several times a week, the thrill of filth repels me, for I know its power to drag me from God. And after an hour of close friendship with God my soul feels clean, as new fallen snow.

May 14, 1930: Oh, this thing of keeping in constant touch with God, of making Him the object of my thought and the companion of my conversations, is the most amazing thing I ever ran across. It is working. I cannot do it even half of a day-not yet, but I believe I shall be doing it some day for the entire day. It is a matter of acquiring a new habit of thought.

May 24, 1930: This concentration upon God is strenuous, but everything else has ceased to be so. I think more clearly, I forget less frequently. Things which I did with a strain before, I now do easily and with no effort whatever. I worry about nothing, and lose no sleep. I walk on air a good part of the time. Even the mirror reveals a new light in my eyes and face. I no longer feel in a hurry about anything. Everything goes right. Each minute I meet calmly as thought i were not important. Nothing can go wrong except one thing. That is that God may slip from my mind.

This man has inspired me to try to have that constant communion with God. Is it possible? I'm willing to try.