King David Series: An Ending Conversation


This week’s devotion is entitled “A Holy Inactivity” and is an excerpt from The Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence. From Renovare: “Broth­er Lawrence of the Res­ur­rec­tion (c. 1614 – 12 Feb­ru­ary 1691) served as a lay broth­er in a Carmelite monastery in Paris. Chris­tians com­mon­ly remem­ber him for the inti­ma­cy he expressed con­cern­ing his rela­tion­ship to God as record­ed in a book com­piled after his death, the clas­sic Chris­t­ian text, The Prac­tice of the Pres­ence of God.”


I have ceased all forms of devo­tion and set prayers except those to which my state requires. I make it my pri­or­i­ty to per­se­vere in His holy pres­ence, where­in I main­tain a sim­ple atten­tion and a fond regard for God, which I may call an actu­al pres­ence of God. Or, to put it anoth­er way, it is an habit­u­al, silent, and pri­vate con­ver­sa­tion of the soul with God. This gives me much joy and con­tent­ment. In short, I am sure, beyond all doubt, that my soul has been with God above these past thir­ty years. I pass over many things that I may not be tedious to you.

Yet, I think it is appro­pri­ate to tell you how I per­ceive myself before God, whom I behold as my King. I con­sid­er myself as the most wretched of men. I am full of faults, flaws, and weak­ness­es, and have com­mit­ted all sorts of crimes against his King. Touched with a sen­si­ble regret I con­fess all my wicked­ness to Him. I ask His for­give­ness. I aban­don myself in His hands that He may do what He pleas­es with me.

My King is full of mer­cy and good­ness. Far from chastis­ing me, He embraces me with love. He makes me eat at His table. He serves me with His own hands and gives me the key to His trea­sures. He con­vers­es and delights Him­self with me inces­sant­ly, in a thou­sand and a thou­sand ways. And He treats me in all respects as His favorite. In this way I con­sid­er myself con­tin­u­al­ly in His holy presence.

My most usu­al method is this sim­ple atten­tion, an affec­tion­ate regard for God to whom I find myself often attached with greater sweet­ness and delight than that of an infant at the moth­er’s breast. To choose an expres­sion, I would call this state the bosom of God, for the inex­press­ible sweet­ness which I taste and expe­ri­ence there. If, at any time, my thoughts wan­der from it from neces­si­ty or infir­mi­ty, I am present­ly recalled by inward emo­tions so charm­ing and deli­cious that I can­not find words to describe them. Please reflect on my great wretched­ness, of which you are ful­ly informed, rather than on the great favors God does one as unwor­thy and ungrate­ful as I am.

As for my set hours of prayer, they are sim­ply a con­tin­u­a­tion of the same exer­cise. Some­times I con­sid­er myself as a stone before a carv­er, where­of He is to make a stat­ue. Pre­sent­ing myself thus before God, I desire Him to make His per­fect image in my soul and ren­der me entire­ly like Him­self. At oth­er times, when I apply myself to prayer, I feel all my spir­it lift­ed up with­out any care or effort on my part. This often con­tin­ues as if it was sus­pend­ed yet firm­ly fixed in God like a cen­ter or place of rest.

I know that some charge this state with inac­tiv­i­ty, delu­sion, and self-love. I con­fess that it is a holy inac­tiv­i­ty. And it would be a hap­py self-love if the soul, in that state, were capa­ble of it. But while the soul is in this repose, she can­not be dis­turbed by the kinds of things to which she was for­mer­ly accus­tomed. The things that the soul used to depend on would now hin­der rather than assist her.

Yet, I can­not see how this could be called imag­i­na­tion or delu­sion because the soul which enjoys God in this way wants noth­ing but Him. If this is delu­sion, then only God can rem­e­dy it. Let Him do what He pleas­es with me. I desire only Him and to be whol­ly devot­ed to Him.

Excerpt­ed from The Prac­tice of the Pres­ence of God by Broth­er Lawrence of the Res­ur­rec­tion, ​“Sec­ond Let­ter” (in the pub­lic domain via Project Guten­berg).