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When I was little...at catholic church they had us take communion, and they would say it was the body of Christ. Well my brother and I used to think we were so special because only our church had the body and blood of Christ in our tabernacle!!!
confused44
My dad once told me that when the bells rang in church it meant that Jesus noticed some child misbehaving and was getting angry at them. Whenever the bells rang and I was bored or being bad I was convinced that Jesus had noticed that I was not paying attention and was mad at me. So I would immediately sit up and attempt to be on my best behavior. When the bells rang and I knew that I was not misbehaving I always looked around and attempted to find the other child that Jesus was repremanding.
To this day bells still kinda put me on edge.
When I was little, my grandma sang at Sunday mass, so we always sat up front to watch her. At the front was a huge crucifix with a bloody Jesus hanging on it that I thought was really bleeding. I would bring band-aids to church every Sunday for Jesus and leave them on the pew when we left. It took me a long time to figure out why he never used them.
Katchoo
i used to think that the congregation in church wasn't actually reciting words, i thought that everyone was just mumbling. needless to say, one day i joined in my humming and mumbling gibberish noises.
maggie
I used to think when I was little that when you had your first communion they nailed you to a cross. When I learned in religion class I would be having mine soon, I cried and when the teacher asked me what was wrong I said "Just because they did it to Jesus doesn't mean they have to do it to me!"
me
when i was about seven i visited a monastery, and on sale in the shop they had a row of little dough ornaments (i think you put on a glaze to harden it after you've made it or something). that's actually all i remember of the monastery - so much for educational trips! anyway, i used to believe that all monks spent their lives chipping at loafs of bread and carving sculptures, probably in solitary cells and after having taken a vow of silence. i don't remember when i stopped believing that but when i was studying the catholic reformation it was what always came to mind when i wrote about 'penance' or 'good works'.
amy
When I was small, I thought that the reason that girls had to wear skirts in church was so that God could check and see if we were wearing clean underwear. I thought he checked the boys in the bathroom, cause boys could go without underwear but girls couldn't. They were always talking in church about how he was watching us all the time!
C Ratliff
i used to believe that everyone was just either Jewish or Cristian, I didn't know there was anything else. I would go around asking people whether they were Jewish or Christian.
Rebecca
As a child I was terrified of vomiting...especially in public. The only place, besides home, I felt safe was in church, because I knew God would never allow me to vomit in church!
One day as we were leaving church after mass, we saw that someone had vomited on the steps. From then on, I became afraid of going to mass also.
vanillabean
when I was little I used to think that the frankincense smell in a catholic church was from old people wetting themselves on the carpet.
Rebecca
I used to believe that because nuns usually took a different name for religious purposes that priests had to have a religious themed last name. This was due to having a priest named Father Cross. When he was replaced with Father Donahoe, I was stunned. I guess I was expecting something like Father Church or Father Altar.
confused child in church
In the LDS (mormon) faith, when you are baptized a prayer is said and then you are submerged, when i was little i used to think that they put you under the water and said the prayer while you held your breath..it scared me stiff until i witnessed the baptism of my older brother
Jordan
When I was about 3 or 4, I went to "big church" with my dad. Southern Baptist take communion differently than Catholics - the ushers pass a silver tray of round wafers down each row, followed by a tray of tiny thimble sized glasses of grape juice. Because I had not been baptised yet, my dad did not let me take a wafer or juice. I remember crying the entire way home from church, because he would not let me have juice and crackers like everyone else!
sandi
i used to belive that when u were baptized you were sufficated underwater and then brought back to life..... (Reborn)
JJTHE JET PLANE
I wondered why when the eucharist is raised a bell would be rang, so I asked my mom right after it happened one day in mass. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that it meant I had to keep totally still and stop talking. For a couple years, everytime I heard the bell I would freeze. Then when I went to catacism and the teacher asked what the bells represented, I raised my hand and proudly said, "it means you can't move." the whole class just laughed....I didn't even hear the real answer because I was so confused that wasn't the real reason.
gi
When I was in about 5th grade, I read a book in which one of the characters goes to confession. Since I'm not Catholic, I had no idea what that was, and assumed it was something I'd be expected to do when I was older. Well, at least my parents made sure I was clear on all the fundamentals!
slightly sheltered Baptist
when my sister was born 8 years after me and 7 after my brother we decided we were going to have some fun with her as she grew up. so when she was young we told her that you have to be the denomination of the hospital from which you were born. we told her that our dad was a baptist minister because he was born in a baptist hospital, and that since my mom, my brother and me were all born in the same catholic hospital we were all catholic and practiced it when she wasn't around. we told her that she was a methodist and could no longer continue going to our father's church. she threw a huge fit and started crying untill my parents came in and explained the truth.
big sis
I used to believe for some strange reason that the money you gave to the offering at church was flushed down some special toilet that would transport the money to where it was needed!
C.R.
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