When I was little I used to believe that God looked like the Great Gazoo (the alien from "The Flintstones").

Susan

When I was about 3 I was made to attend Sunday school, believing it to be a mandatory part of the national curriculum. There was a man who came in and played hymns on a guitar and because he had long hair and wore sandals I deduced that he must be Jesus and he was previewing some of his new hymns. When I told my religious mother that I saw Jesus at Sunday school she said that this was something very good. When I told my atheist Dad that Jesus had been coming in and playing the guitar he told me that it wasn't Jesus but Brian who lived in Redbourn Lane. This shattered my belief in Christianity.

Fallen Angel

Okay , for this one I have to give you all a little background. I am an Episcopalain(Catholic Lite), and we believe that when we take communion, that the Bred turns into the Flesh of Christ, and the Wine turns into the blood of Christ

Well for the longest time I thought that since it did that, then we as Episcopalians, were Canibals and Vampires.

I still believe in the blood and flesh thing, but after I talk with our priest I don't believe we are Canibals or Vampires

Sean Patrick

When i was little, I used to send Jesus birthday cards on christmas and thought he would read them in heaven.

Anon

When I was little, I thought the Indian princess on the Land-O-Lakes butter label was God or Jesus.

Butterflyzz

I used to think that Jesus was born in a stable because every room at the inn was booked since it was Christmas.

DEEKOYEE

Until i was 10 I used to believe that Jesus was a Tortoise, sounds silly but i used to go to sunday school and every week they would say "jesus taught us...." so i lived with the belief that jesus was this really cool special tortoise!

JJ

Raised to believe that Jesus was coming back to take Christians away, and having seen some old religious movie where all the Christians disappear and and the anti-Christ or whoever is trying to kill this lady who is left, I would always freak out if my parents were late coming back home and the sky was really weird looking outside. Or, sometimes, if they didn't wake up the usual time, and everything was quiet, and it looked weird outside, I thought they had been taken. I would cry in my bed thinking that I was going to hell and the anti-Christ was coming to get me.

Tater

I thought we should love the devil because the devil hates love and therefore would hate the people that loved him. If we hated the devil, well, hate is a bad thing and we'd be playing right into his hand if we hated him.
Loving the devil would really tick him off.

muldoonski

I used to think that spelling "G-d" instead of "God" (as per Orthodox Jewish practice) was insulting, as it implied that you didn't care enough about God to spell his name correctly. I marched myself up to the rabbi, full of righteous indignation, and demanded that he fix it so it wouldn't say "g'duh"

L

When I was little I refused to believe that the words God and Father were synonmous, this was sort of odd as I went to preschool at my church and I even remember having an argument with my friend over it. She insisted that God was my father while my 3 or 4 year old self knew that my dad was not God, especially since his name was not God but John.

Anon

I used to believe that Jesus' disciples rode motorcycles. It just sounded like the name of a biker group.

James McGee

I used to believe God would sit in a room with all these TV monitors, how else could he know everything that was going on in the world!

Anon

One sunny Sunday in June just after summer vacation started when I was seven, I was swinging while my mom's back was to me as she was hanging the clothes to dry. It was a perfect moment to really lean back and swing high like I was told not to. I leaned a little too far back and slid off the swing, bashing my elbow on a rock. God had gotten me!

I ran into the house and buried my face crying into the couch so he wouldn't hear me, after all I'd gotten what I deserved for disobeying my mom. Complaining would just make Him angrier. For the rest of the day I stoically held my arm still and said I was fine. In my mind I had to accept my punishment and it would stop hurting when God forgave me.

By nightfall it was clear something was seriously wrong with my arm so they took me to the hospital. I actually broke my elbow and for some reason spent 3 days in the hospital (this was back in the days when parents couldn't stay) This really scared me so I was very wary of disobeying my parents for quite a while.

little martyr

I used to think that Muslims didn't eat ANYTHING during Ramadan, instead of fasting during the day and eating at night. So when I started hearing that people die if they go, say, a week without eating, I thought, "That's not true, some people do it for a whole month for their religion!"

Aretia

My mother, the good Catholic, thought that Jesus, being a string bean (supreme being) was really skinny.

Mark D

When I was a kid, I had a mother who painted a lot. Mostly aquarells.. So every time I watched the sunset, I thought that it was God, taking a brake from his stressful life, just to sit down and paint. A different picture every night... =O)

Hilde

I live in Brazil, and speak portuguese. In portuguese, as in some other languages, the word 'heaven' is the same word of 'sky'( it´s the word 'Céu'). So, when I was about 6 or 7, I used to watch out to never be naughty especially when I was outside, ´cos it would be easier for God to see me and get angry with me, as I had no ceiling above my head.

G.Albo

I used to believe that whenever you saw the sun coming through the clouds in precise sunbeams...like they show in illustrated children's bibles...that that meant that God was talking to someone.

I told my husband this and he was very touched...and created a piece of artwork to show this!

Anon

i live in a town called swadlincote and beleived baby jesus was wrapped oin swadlincote (swadling clothes) i thopught my town played an inportant part in the nativity story

jane