I used to take long walks and talk to God. I'd say the most memorable times with God were when I was angry. Curses came flying out and I didn't give a crap about what was coming out of my mouth. My fingers were pointed at God for the insanity and darkness I was feeling. I wanted to know WHY and brought my ears closer to the Almighty so I could get an answer.

Growing up, I was surrounded by bickering, anger and violent conversations. Intriguingly, those things brought everyone close. I suppose that became my love language towards God in a strange way.

These days, I wonder what happened to our conversations. My love has grown cold. The anger has become nonchalance.

I brought one of my students to the Friday large group meeting at Times Square Church last week. I saw him receive blessings. He got prayed for by the intercessory team there because he held up his hand for prayer. He wanted to go back on Sunday. He said thank you for bringing me to the church. I said, no problem. But there was a strange coldness in my heart. I was unmoved. I lifted up a short prayer for him and trusted God would do his thing. Oh and did I say "I brought him"? No - I went to the church because I wanted to check it out for myself. He just happened to come along.