I love to count things. In fact (and this is a real glimpse behind the curtain), I have a nervous habit of counting the individual letters in words, dividing them between the right and left hand when typed.

Also I’m an excellent driver. An excellent driver.

But I wonder – does God like to count? That is to say, does God care about the numbers in the same way that we care about the numbers?

In church world, we like to count numbers of baptisms, people attending worship service, tithing units, and other stuff. And that’s okay. Not only do we need to count that stuff for pragmatic and logistical reasons, each one of those numbers represents a person.

A soul.

And each one is important.

But I’m beginning to think that God might count in a different way. In fact, it might not be counting as much as it would be weighing.

When you weigh, you test the quality. That’s why you don’t just count the gold bars; you weigh the gold bars. It doesn’t matter if there are 100 of them if those 100 are made of inferior material. So you weigh it.

I wonder if we are as committed to weighing the quality of our work as we are counting our work.