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I went to a church and I lived in a city called Holly and when i looked at the bibles in the church they would say Holy bible I thought they were talking about a "Holly Bible" and that they had a Bible for Holly.
In my Catholic church, when the priest holds up the bread in wine, bells ring. So I always thought that was god calling us. Then when i became an altar server I found out the truth, that we ring the bells.
You know whats sad? I became an altar server in 6th grade.
I used to believe that my pastor and his family lived inside our church. I was very jealous of his kids because the had such big bedrooms and got to play with all the toys.
I used to think that the offerings in church were teleported directly up to heaven; I pictured the gold offering plates floating up into the sky.
when people in church shook hands saying "peace be with you", i thought it was "pleased to meet you"!still very friendly person today..
when i was little i thought that jesus only died for me and no one else and that is why i was there, because i almost died when i was born, and i thought that he died to save me
As a lover of animals, one time in church I was quite excited by the sermon because my mis-understanding of the minister who I swore said 'Gladly, the cross-eyed bear'
That you start out Catholic and after you reach a certain age you then become Protestant.
I used to think that at communion time at church, the priest performed magic and made the Eucharist appear out of nowhere. I believed this for a long time until I saw them in bowls in the back before church started.
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.
I was very shy in my 4th grade catholic classroom. One day the teacher was describing the religious feast of pentecost and she asked if anyone knew what this was called. Being extremely shy I would only answer a question when i was one hundred percent convinced i was right. To the shock of my teacher, i raised my hand and proudly blurted out "the holocaust". i dont think anyone else knew what it meant but judging by the "No - God NO!" we all knew it was bad. She never explained it and i always thought twice about answering questions in class after that.
Being a non-Catholic, I used to believe that the word virgin was another word for Catholic: My third grade friends, however, had recently learned what virgin really meant and were afirming that they were indeed still virgins. I'll never forget their faces when I declared, "I'm not a virgin."
I used to believe in church that when the pastor prayed and everyone would close their eyes Jesus would appear. Of course I would try and peek really fast in hopes of catching him on stage or something. I still haven't seen him. I guess everyone just won't close their eyes! ;-)
every sunday wen i was a little kid my parents made me go to church and we would sit in the front pew. from the front pew u got a full veiw of the alter and there were some rocks placed next to this saying carved into the wall. i used to believe that jesus's body was underneath them and i thot our church was very special because we got to keep jesus's body.
i never paid attention in church
once i came home from church having learned about Thinking Before Lying. But i was convinced we had learned about Twinkies and Lions.
i used to believe, that at funerals, the priest said,"In the name of the Father, the Son and into the hole he goes".
When I was very small but of talking age..my Dad and Mom took me into a Catholic Church. As I saw the Father coming down the hall I believed him to be Count Dracula. Maybe thats why I grew up Baptist. :-/
When I was in elementary school nuns cam to our school. I thought that 'nun' meant they had no religion.
At Catholic grade school in Chicago we used school time to prepare for our First Holy Communion. During this time, my best friend was sitting out on most of the activities, like confession, etc. When asked, she replied she was "Greek Orthodox". I knew she was Greek but had no idea a country could have their own religion. Why wasn't my family "Irish Orthodox"? Then a revelation...my family was actually Italian but didn't know it. We were "Roman Catholic" after all.
When I was younger I thought that you had to be Italian to be Catholic because all the Catholic people I knew were Italian.
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