In Sunday School this week, we’re studying the Psalm of Nephi (2 Nephi 4:17-35).
I LOVE the Psalm of Nephi. It’s one of my favorite passages in the Book of Mormon. It reminds me of how trustworthy and merciful God is, and how frail I am without Him. But I haven’t always felt this way. For a time, it was a baffling bit of scripture. I struggled to fit it into a worldview that left little room for mistakes.
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.