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My older cousin and I were in my bedroom one day and it was just around the time I had been taught the concept of God. I asked her if God was really *everywhere*, and she said, "yes, he's even in this room!" I got really concerened and asked her where exactly in the room he was, and she told me he was sitting in my lap.
I was hysterical for hours after that.
when i was little i used to believe that the devil would come from under my floor boards and take me to hell with him. so i slept in the middle of the bed so it would be harder for him to reach me.
My uncle, the youngest of 5, grew up in a very Irish Catholic family. He was about 3 when he first really noticed Jesus on the cross. He studied it and then asked, "Who got to him?"
When I was little, I was ill a lot of the time. One Sunday I ended up staying home from church with my Father while the rest of my family went to church and Sunday school. When they all got back, I asked my sister what they all talked about in Sunday school since the classes all mirrored each other as far as themes and particular section of the Bible discussed. My sister told me that she learned that "Adam Muneve" was the first man. Astounded I asked my mother " Is it true that 'Adam Muneve' was the first man?" She stared at me strangely and slowly said "Well...Yes." It wasn't until I got older and could read my own Bible myself by 2nd grade that Adam did NOT have a last name like we all did!
I used believe that God took your eyes out and looked at your entire life and he would give you 15 strikes if you do 15 bad things in your life you go to hell.
when I was really little I had a dream about willie wonka (gene wilder) being up in the clouds. He was making lots of puppets and sent them down to earth, they became people. I had for years after that thought that willie wonka was God. When I told my parents that they just laughed at me, that shatterred my little kid world.
Once when I was little, my mother, who was raised religiously, was driving with me in the backseat. It was sunset, and she had just recently decided to try and implement religion into my life. So she's driving and she says, "Wow, look at the beautful sky God has given us to enjoy today". Without skipping a beat, I replied "Did she paint it with crayons?"
To this day, I believe God must be a woman, and that experience was also the end of organized religion in my life.
When I was a little girl my mother told me not to whistle because it would make the Blessed Mother cry. I was raised very Catholic and believed this whole-heartedly. I wonder where she got that though, she probably just didn't want to hear my bad whistling.
i used to believe that god was on vacation, but videotaping everything that i did (to review when he got back). when things would go wrong, i would pray for "rewind".
When I was little I believed that Jesus lived on the clouds. I was so excited for my first plane ride that I was finally going to see Him. What a disappointment when He wasn't there!
My teacher told us this story once. Apparently he was taking his four-year-old daughter to church for Easter morning mass, and she asked, "Daddy, what is Easter about?" He replied, "Well, it's the day that Jesus Christ was resurrected from the dead." Her immediate response was "Nuh uh! You're lying!" "No, really," he said, "that's what Easter is about." His daughter got a really deep, thoughtful expression on her face for a minute, and then said "Well, that's really dumb. You can't come back from the dead. Even I know that."
I used to believe that since Heaven was in the clouds-or so I believed- whenever I was on an airplane, I would look around- searching for God and his angels.
when i was little and i was told that Jesus lived in your heart i used to be afraid to suck on my middle finger because i thought that i was flicking Jesus off.
I used to believe that the weather was a way of telling us how God was feeling. God was sad when it rained and God was angry when there was thunder and lightning. When it was a beautiful day, God was happy. =)
I used to believe that i could see angels. I told myself and my mom and dad i could. I just wanted to impress them.
My parents told me that Jesus visited Santa Claus when he was dead for three days.
Being non-religious, I used to believe that Joseph (Jesus's "father") and Joseph from the technicolor dreamcoat were the same person. What a life he lead eh?
By the immaculate conception of the virgin Mary, I used to think that that meant that she was a virgin and that Jesus somehow just appeared- as in Mary was never pregnant in the first place. I also felt bad for Joseph because Mary cheated on him with God.
From as far back as I can remember until sometime in junior high I believed that nuns were actually criminals and that being a nun was part of their punishment. I went to Catholic school in the 3rd grade. When someone did something wrong a nun would take them in this little room in the back of our classroom and you could always hear the kid screaming. The kid would stay in there even when we went to lunch, but when we came back the kid would be back and sitting quietly in their desk. I always thought that if I did something wrong that the nuns would open up there outfits like a jacket and they would have an assorment of guns lined up, like street vendors with watches, and they would kill me and I would go to heaven so God would have a talk with me about being a bad girl and put a curse on me to make me behave. Then he would send my soul back.
When I was younger, I had a cereal bowl that I got through mail order from the Kelloggs corporation. It had a picture of the Raisin Bran sun on the interior bottom. I ate breakfast from that bowl every single morning, watching Captain Kangaroo, and every morning, I believed that the Raisin Bran sun was the face of God, smiling up at me from the bottom of my cereal bowl.
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