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when i was little i believed that the job as the pope was passed on to his first born son... like in the royal family... until i found out that popes didn't have kids
I used to believe that when you could see the well-defined rays of sunlight peeking down to the ground through a hole in a cloud that God was speaking directly to the person in the line of that sun ray. And that maybe that person didn't even realize it was happening, because you could only ever see it shining someplace far off, you can't see when it's shining on you that way. I think I still believe this a little bit.
When I was about four, I went to Sunday School every week. Like most children, had heard the stories of "Baby Jesus" and "Baby Moses". I used to get them confused (almost like they were the same person) because they were both called "Baby." And I always said "Baby Moses" instead of "Baby Jesus" because I liked the way it sounded better!
I'm from Louisiana (Yeah, I know, that says alot). There is a small town nearby called Rayne. Well, until I was about ten, I believed that was where God and Jesus lived, because of the line from Church that says "He lives in "rain" with you, forever and ever".
I used to believe that God sat on top of clouds. You couldn't see him if you were directly beneath a cloud, but if you ran to the end of a field you could view the cloud from an angle and maybe get a glimpse of him.
I used to believe that God was a switchboard operator complete with little headset since that was the only way I thought he could answer all the prayers. I pictured him sitting up there saying "all circuits busy, please hold" to everyone who was praying. I must have had a special line because I was never put on hold!
I used to believe Mary and Joseph were terrible parents... After all, they left the baby Jesus in the desert for forty days and forty nights with Satan.
I used to believe that Jesus was born again every Christmas, lived out all the Bible said he did within a couple of months, and was killed again every Easter
I used to picture God as a giant transparent poodle after seeing "All dogs go to heaven".
I used to think that god looked like the Mattress giant... Or Mr. Clean. I could'nt decide because Mr. Clean and the mattress giant looked exactly alike.
You know how sunlignt streams through the clouds? I used to think that's how angels got down to earth...they just slid down.
Before geography really sank in at about nine, I used to think that Jerusalem was in South America somewhere, most often Chile as that was the one South American country I knew. I thought that Jerusalem had to be this big expansive place and everything in Europe was taken. My parents were rather confused at my versions of Christmas and Easter.
When I was little I used to go to church, after listening them going on about the devil one day I begna to wonder where he was. I imagained that he was in some foreign country somewhere (!) I asked my Dad and he said he didn't know, and that he could be anywhere! This freaked my out I was only little, I made me a bit paranoid, I thought I was going to bump into a demon with a forked tail in the street.
Perhaps this has something to do with me not being a christian anymore...?
i used to believe that part of Christ's greatness was the fact that he managed to accomplish so much all in the space of 4 months - between when he was born on Christmas and Easter, when he died.
I believed that Jesus was still walking around the earth, visiting people. So, I asked my mother how old she was when the baby Jesus was born.
I was 3 or 4 at the time of the Manson killings, and since the followers of the psycho insisted that he was Jesus, or the son of God, I thought Jesus was some killer psycho. It didn't help that there was some backlash against "Jesus Freaks", either.
I went to a Catholic school as a child. They told us that people who didn't hear the world of Jesus would go to hell. When I was in the washroom, as a first or second-grader, I would read the grafitti on the walls. Some people would write:
I was here but now I'm gone
I left my name to turn you on
Those who know me, know me well
Those who don't can go to hell.
I was convinced that JESUS must have come and personally visited the girls' room at my school to leave that message. Who else can say that anyone who doesn't know them could go to hell??
I remember once having a conversation with some friends of mine when I was about six, when we were trying to deicide how long ago Jesus was born. Eventaully we concluded it must have been about 50 years ago.
When I was very small I believed that there were only 2 angels in Heaven. A girl angel named Gloria, who's name was on her banner above our nativity, and a boy angel named Harold, who sang.
I used to believe that the only thing that differentiated Jesus from God is that Jesus had brown hair and a beard and God had black hair in a beard. I also belived that John the Baptist probably looked a lot like my Uncle Steve.
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