Who, what, what place or what idea do you worship?
Or do you just not worship anything?
Please elaborate.
Rather a large and open-ended question.
I do not worship.
I like religious buildings though. I have refrained from worshipping in my favourite religious buildings:
Hagia Sofia and the Blue Mosque in Istanbul.
St. Paul’s Cathedral, London.
Temple of 10,000 Buddhas, Hong Kong.
Wat Po, Bangkok.
Swayambunath, Kathmandu.
Winchester Cathedral.
The Jokhang, Tibet.
The God of the Judeo-Christian tradition, in a building that was not built for that purpose, but has since been re-purposed. The building itself is a rather mundane, suburban industrial structure and is not worthy of note.
I do not worship, as that implies a deity who desires or demands worship. My relationship with the Almighty is more casual and intimate, like a respected elder family member, and not like appeasing a capricious tyrant.
I am certain this conceit will give me comfort as I am dog-paddling through the Lake of Fire for all eternity.
I have no interest in worshiping anything, and find the idea of doing so highly repulsive.
Lately I’ve been doing a sort of meditation. It’s not worship so much as it’s been observation.
And yeah, I do it in a church sometimes.
I’m still wrestling with my devils some. I hate that the bible was force fed to me.
I worship my family, some music, and beauty in nature and in human faces, but I don’t worship a God.
I’m awfully curious about what prompted the final words of Steve Jobs, but I expect nothing but darkness and oblivion when I die. Mostly.
I worship the Judeo-Christian God. I most often worship Him with about 150 like-minded individuals in the cafeteria of an elementary school while we wait for a construction crew to finish work on our church’s new building.
The act of worship usually includes music, teaching and giving with communion included monthly. I also volunteer once a month to teach elementary-schoolers Bible stories and lessons during the regular Sunday worship time and attend two weekly Bible studies with different groups within the same church, which I consider to count as “worship” as it’s time devoted specifically to God and His purposes.
closest I ever come to worship is during a realy good rock concert…does that count?
The closest I probably come to worship is when my partner cooks something incredibly good. Give me the right bite of food and my whole being just gets a sublime feeling, like I’ve managed to part the veil for a second.
Strangely, I have no desire to have that good of food or that good a feeling every time I eat. I think it would cheapen the sensation if it happened three times a day. So I just greatly enjoy the opportunities as they come along.
I’m a traditional worshipper. I attend church and Bible classes regularly, worshipping the Triune God - Creator, Redeemer, Sanctifier. I attempt to live my life according to the precepts taught me in my church, and I am very content with my worship life.
I worship something that I call God, but is really more like the natural laws and order underpinning our universe, which I personally view as composing some kind of an overall consciousness which in some way I can communicate with because I am also a part of it. For me, worship is the expression of my appreciation for the beauty and wonder of the universe, because I feel a profound desire to express my gratitude. I also pray.
Interesting. How do you pray?
This represents my feelings on the subject as well. Which I think is surprising because I don’t think I often agree with Der Trihs.
Cthulhu, the Dark Lord. In exchange for my eternal soul, he grants me all kinds of nifty super-powers.
I use worship all the time, since my play-group is light on enchantment removal.
I’ve no theological beliefs…but I pretty much worship a handful of individuals… My sister, Isaac Asimov (RIP) and good people like that. Perhaps a better word is “idolize.” I also have a very reverential attitude toward mathematics…
You do know he only allows you to worship him to make it easy to find and eat you when the stars are right?
It does make sense - by painting a big honking “I Belong to the Old Ones” beacon on yourself you get devoured while they are still real hungry, and not when they have the time to start playing with their food or experimenting with complicated recipes.
Doesn’t anyone worship female nipples?
Usually before I go to bed at night, but also sometimes before meals, and also just whenever I feel the desire to communicate directly with God. I do the ‘folded hands’ thing instinctively because it’s how I was taught to do it. Then I just say what I want to say, which might be ‘thank you for ’ or ‘please ’ or ‘help me to ’. Then I finish it off with ‘amen’, again just out of habit.