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#LightTheWorld: Jesus Worshipped His Father and So Can You

I am trying to get some #LightTheWorld posts written ahead of time, instead of trying to write on the day. Today, however, the day is almost done, and I'm just now sitting down to post.  I have spent the day in church--singing, meeting with others, teaching, and partaking of the sacrament. What I have not done yet is write about today's topic:  Jesus Worshipped His Father and So Can You. Fortunately, it seems that I participated in the #LightTheWorld challenge today without even remembering what the topic was for today. 


These words spake Jesus, and lifted up his eyes to heaven, and said, Father, the hour is come; glorify thy Son, that thy Son also may glorify thee:
 As thou hast given him power over all flesh, that he should give eternal life to as many as thou hast given him.”
John 17:1–2
Worship can take place through prayer, study, and reflection.  It can come through song or silence.  Worship can happen in churches and temples, or anywhere.  If you are curious about what happens in a Mormon worship service, click here.

Regardless of the day of the week, we can worship our Heavenly Father.  I sometimes listen to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's 24/7 commercial-free station.  It's a great way to bring a peaceful spirit into my home, and a great way to praise God through music. 

How do you like to worship?



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