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en i was little, i saw a picture of a big round purple monster in a book. i used to believe that God looked exactly like that, and he lived in a stable that floated in the sky!
As a small child, I learned in Sunday School that Christ was born in December and that he was crucified in late March or April. I was confused about how he managed to do so much in just four months.
Not mine, but my brother's-
My young brother, when told he was a child of Jesus, began to look terrified and started to panic. When we asked what was wrong, he wailed 'No child of see-sus! I mommy's child!'
Suprisingly, our pastor was the first to laugh.
When I was a kid, I had this statue of Abraham Lincoln posed like the Lincoln Memorial on my nightstand. In my mind, that was what God looked like. I mean, we had pictures of what Jesus was supposed to look like, and a Dove was the Holy Spirit. But no one ever said was "God the Father" looked like.
So in my mind, God looked like Abe Lincoln!
When I was little I though "A Cross" was a mud/tar pit and that Jesus drowned.
I used to believe the reason St. Peter crucified was upside down was because the arm parts of the cross broke off.
I remember listening to my grandfather read the Bible to the family on a Sunday evening when we visited and he read from the book of Exodus. As a child about 5 years old, I really struggled to listen close and pay attention to the reading. My attention was caught when he told of God traveling with the Israelites in a cloud. Against a bright blue background, I pictured a greenish storm cloud, but the cloud was way up high, so it was small, like a gherkin. You see, I thought my grandfather had said God rode in a "pickle cloud", not a "pillar cloud." I'm over 30 years old and all of this time I've had that weird little cloud picture in my head all of this time, not having any idea why until I read through Exodus just the other day.
When I was little, I thought that the story said that Jesus went around bragging that he was the son of god. you know, shoving it in peoples faces. Im really ashamed of it now, but back then i thought he got what he deserved. SORRY
My mother once told me that Jesus' last name was Christ. In other words, Mr. and MRs. Joseph Christ and their son Jesus Christ
I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.
i used to believe that my mom was born during the time Jesus was alive, and that she knew him very well, because she always said Jesus died for her sins, i thought he had been accused of something she'd done, it wasnt until a year or so later that i found out the truth in church, when they said Jesus died for everyone's sins...lol
For the longest time I was thoroughly convinced that when you stepped on a crack the devil could grab your ankle and drag you to hell. I also believed that if I didn't lift my feet when we passed hydro poles or trees or other roadside objects when in a moving car that something horrible would happen, but I never knew what because I always lifted them not wanting to find out......
I always thought that heaven was in the sky, so whenever I go on an airplane, I always try looking for God. I kept yelling, "God! Are you there?!" But then I went to religion school, and I found out that you need to be dead to see God. Well, I didn't let myself die!
In my youth, I envisioned god to be shaped like a diaper with a bearded face on it. I didn't associate his shape with diapers, that's just the best way to descirbe it. I can't even begin to imagine where I got that idea from.
Before religious training I believed that heaven was in the sky above the clouds, and hell was underground. If you dug deep enough you could find the devil. It was easier to understand then then it is now.
In my childhood, I was made to believe by my certain friends, that if I rub the middle of my forehead with a pebble, I will be able to see God; I did so and the mark of the wound thus made is still there, making me remember God always.
I am Catholic. I used to believe that the Father presenting the Mass was in fact God himself.
I used to believe After reading the book of revelations at the age of 7: that the bride of Christ was an actually women. I thought, what a lucky lady to be marrying Jesus.
When I was about 5 or 6,my mom told me God was everywhere.I pictured him sitting invisibly next to me in the backseat,even watching me in the bathroom.I was highly embarassed that I was always being "watched by God" and that "he knows everything".Maybe that's why I was such a cooperative kid.
I was brought up a catholic.
I believed that jesus was born in december then crucified in April/May (Easter) Wow I thought he'd done a lot in just 4 months.
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