Worship - The ship that takes you to the shore. Its not the permanent residence, a temporary transit accommodation that protects you from the weather outside, gets you acclimatized with enough time. Its a vessel to cross the ocean of birth and death. Enjoy the comforts(Bliss) of worshipping only to get ready to alight in the land of awareness. From the shore, watching the ocean, the ship -- one still remains a part of it with abundant gratefulness.
Only when wor-ship gets into a turbulent weather of ignorance as possessive, fear etc, it turns out to be a warship. Endless fight with one's own mind reflected in the swaying of ship from time to time, some get drowned, some learn to stabilize...until then its a waiting period for the sailing to happen.
So making use of that wonderful ship as a Transit Home or a Turbulent one, worship or warship depends on the mind of the individual. Just like a knife in the hands of a doctor -- a tool in his hand to cure enables many to seek his help. A knife in the hands of a madman --a weapon, no one ever would dare to go near. Who knows what he would do to himself or to any one for that matter. Just like how a madman is isolated, the mad mind too needs isolation to get treated. Meditation paves way to the unknown cure. Even a warship eventually gets transformed to a worship in the land of the Being.