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i thought that Devon was heaven, and that when jesus died he went to devon. i was also worried about the short time between Jesus' birth and death and had horrible images of a four month old baby being crucified.
When I was a kid, for no good reason at all, when I pictured God in my head I would see John Denver's face. This image lasted well into grade school. I hadn't even listened to Mr. Denver growing up, I think I just saw him on TV and thought God looked like that.
When I was little, I always used to picture God like Mr. Clean. Not exactly, but very similar. I remember when I asked my father how God looked, he told me he imagined God to have a long white beard and a few wrinkles, as he would be old wise, and whatnot, and I was shocked, because I always imagined him young, and bald... but like a clean bald, not like a man who lost all his hair already... and I imagines him blue, I guess cuz of the sky... heh, I dunno, I guess Mr. Clean was the closest example I can think of
i used to think that the newly added tar to cover up cracks in the roads was gods hair! My mom had always told me that god was everywhere and everything and so i would freak out when my mom drove on the tar!
When I was young, I knew that God was an important person. I also noticed that a picture of a man with white hair seemed to be everywhere (schools, libraries, and even on money.) I thought "that guy must be important because his picture is everywhere, so that must be God." When I was a bit older I learned that it was George Washington. I still think it's funny that money says "in God we trust."
When I was a little girl I thought God only spoke English. Coming from a Spanish-speaking household, I would pray in Spanish, and then "translate" my prayer back to God.
When I was younger, my best friend told me that anything you say after the word "holy" was what you were calling God. So if you said "holy cow", you were calling God a cow. Growing up a Christian, I didn't want God to think I thought badly of him. So I'd refrain from ever saying the word "holy." It wasn't till my teenage years when I had started to use that word again.
When I was in first grade in a Catholic school there was Religion class. In the textbook there was a map of Palestine. It was a revelation to me that the places in the Gospel stories were real places and that the events in the Gospel were believed to be historical events. At the age of six I apparently had formed the belief that all religious scriptures were myths.
I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.
Growing up in a Christain family, we always celebrated Christmas and Easter. I knew that Jesus was born on Christmas and died on Easter. I was always impressed that he got so much accomplished in life in only 4 months. I was also confused on how he grew up so fast. I missed the 30 or so years in between.
I used to belive that when it rained, God was taking a bath and water was falling out the side!
The actuall explanation is way less fun....
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......
When I was little I always got nuns and brides confused. I couldn't remember which wore black and which wore white. When I would see a group of nuns, I would wonder if it was a group of brides together going someplace to get married.
My Grandma use to tell me that when it was thundering that Jesus was bowling and got a strike. She also told me that when it was raining out that she Jesus was sad today.
I thought God looked like a cartoon baby with a magic wand he would use to perform his "tricks." I can still see that image. I also thought I didn't want to stay *anywhere* for eternity, including heaven. It would be so boring!
When I was liitle I used to think that God looked like george Washington
my friends sister used to think god was a bee
My family was vaguely Christian, but we never really went to church or were strict about following the Bible. When I was little, I imagined that God was a giant that lived in the clouds, only he was blue and had lightning in him. And he answered telephones all day.
I used to believe that in China, instead of Adam and Eve eating an apple? They believed it was a banana.
I went to a religious school and they told us that there was one night a year that the heavens opened up and you could see God. I stayed up all night trying to see him but it didn't work. Then later they taught us that God was so powerful that if anyone ever saw him, they'd be burned to a crisp. I thought, "Good thing I never saw him!"
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