The primary reason we started this little routine is pretty simple. Just eight months ago, Christmas 1998, we both plumped out and hit all-time highs in the category of sheer body weight – blowing the dial on the bathroom scale meter into a reverse death spiral.

So last February we went radical. We embraced a regimen of new disciplines.  A few months later, just like we planned, it paid off. We both dropped a serious amount of weight.

Since then, these weekly meetings have been designed to prevent the obvious. Statistics say we will gain it all back. Every pound will reappear. And more. We’ve been told we are prime candidates – pure textbook.

We don’t like statistics.

So every Friday, like last Friday, Steve hands me that first steaming mug of java and we confess. The confession does not even require a complete sentence. It’s a single number: that morning’s bathroom scale reading. Funny how the mere anticipation of that simple little confession goes with you all through the week.

So far we’re holding steady. The weight’s still off. For both of us.

We tell each other a couple other things, too. We report in on the number of physical work-outs that week. And we report in on the number of quiet times, times when it was just me and God during that week … just us together for some one on one quality time fellowship.

I’ve been doing the old "five Psalms and a Proverb" thing during my morning QT recently. It was Steve’s suggestion.

In the Psalms, David’s personal devotion is striking. He’s candid. He’s full of gratitude. He flashes rage. He admits to fear - late nights when the morning never comes. Introspection. Self examination. His hopes. His dreams. It’s all there.

But most striking of all is his concept of God. David’s God is GOD.

He doesn’t waste time wondering if he’s got the right one. He doesn’t worry that maybe his God is simply one of many. Or that God might be the simple product of a childhood religiosity. Or that He is a convenient label for the unknown. Or that maybe the other smarter guys just might be right. "Who am I to claim to know who God is anyway?" some of us are tempted to ask. Not David.

In our complicated world we may sometimes wonder if God is just the outgrowth of a needy imagination. With so many versions of "God" floating around, who’s to say?

Think about it. David’s approach is straightforward and timeless. His God is GOD. He is the Creator of all things. He sustains it all – the entire Universe. He owns Power and Majesty – it’s all His. There is none other besides Him. All the rest pale to nothingness in comparison to Him. He is the GOD of Gods. The KING of Kings. David stretches for language to express in some meaningful fashion how immense, how vast is His sphere. And David finds those words over and over again.

So – how ‘bout YOUR God? Is He GOD? Or God? Or worse yet, god?

Next time you bow your head and address Him as "Father" or "Lord," stop to think about who He really is.