Wondering About Worship
I came to a startling conclusion today: I have no idea what it means to worship God.
So I did what any rational person in my situation would do.
I Googled it.
I came across all kinds of images of people raising their hands, singing praises to the Most High. I thought, “I’ve never raised my hands. I’ve never sung His praises.”I saw pictures of people deep in prayer. I thought, “The only time I’ve ever engaged God deeply in prayer is when I want something.”
And now I’m stuck wondering why.
Is it because Mormon services are so reserved–full of dirge-like organ music and weeping women?
Is it because our view of God is smaller than the rest of the Christian world–and therefore, somehow, there’s less to be inspired by?
Is it because we’re taught that worship is a quiet, personal experience–not something to be expressed publicly?
Or heck. Is it just me?
And so I wonder: what does it mean to worship God anyway? My gut tells me it has something to do with awe…reverence…joy…delight. I probably shouldn’t admit this out loud, but I’m not sure I’ve ever really felt that. As a result, I’m guessing there’s something profound missing from my experience of the Divine.
I’d be interested to know: what do you think it means to worship God?