Connecting The Disconnected

Connecting the Disconnected

By

Bishop Melvin L. Maughmer, Jr.

One of the worst feelings in the world today must be when you look at your phone and see the red low battery icon staring back at you. For me on Monday I saw that icon before my cell phone died. I looked at it early in the day and the battery life was saying 43% so I plugged in my charger, but nothing happened. I watched throughout the day as the battery indicator kept getting smaller and smaller. When I got to my vehicle after work, I plugged it into the charger in my truck, yet nothing happened. When I got home, I plugged it in to that charger at home and yet still nothing happened my phone was slowly dying even though I plugged it into several different outlets and there was nothing I could do. Finally, my phone made a beep and shut off now I was disconnected, unable to make a call, to receive a call, check my email etc. There were things I wanted to do with my phone that I just could not do because I was disconnected.

Now disconnected I began think about how it made me feel because I was not able to connect to the things I wanted to do. You know like important stuff - without my phone I couldn’t check my personal email throughout the day, I couldn’t track my delivery from Amazon of Christmas items I had coming, I couldn’t update my fantasy football team, I couldn’t get FB updates of who was live or who sent me a game to play, I couldn’t listen to Pandora. I was disconnected. Understand I was only without a phone for 1 ½ days and I felt like things were falling apart.

Then God slapped me in the back of my head and said just imagine how people feel when they are disconnected from me. It is amazing when you have one of those O.K. God moments.

There are people that have been dying trying to plug into this and into that, yet nothing is happening. There are some who have tried to plug into religion only to find that they are continuously being drained because they are trying to connect to religion instead of relationship. Some people are moving from outlet to outlet trying to connect to a power source, yet nothing is happening because there is no connection in the things they are plugging into. Some people feel disconnected because they are trying to conform to this world instead of being transformed by the renewing of their minds and find themselves being drained slowly.

So today I want to ask a few questions: Have you ever felt disconnected from God? Have you ever wondered if He was there? Have you felt lost, alone and wondered is God even listening? Have you ever wondered if God cares at all? Have you ever felt like you were searching for God but could not find Him? Have you ever felt disconnected from God – since you gave your life to God?

Today I want to deal with connecting the disconnected.

Prayer:-

SCRIPTURE:- Psalm 22:1-19 says “My God, my God, why have thou forsaken me? Why are tho so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry out by day, but thou hearest not, and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the praises of Israel. Our fathers trusted in thee: they trusted, and thou didst deliver them. They cried unto thee, and were delivered: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded. But I am a worm and not a man, a reproach of men and despised by the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying “He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.” But thou art he that took me out of the womb: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts. I was cast upon thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly. Be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help. Many bulls have compassed me: strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round. They gaped upon me with their mouths, as a ravening and a roaring lion. I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. For dogs have compassed me: the assembly of the wicked have inclosed me: they pierced my hands and my feet. I may tell all my bones: they look and stare upon me. They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture. But be not thou far from me, O LORD: O my strength, haste thee to help me.”