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I used to believe that the difference between Catholics and Protestants were that Catholics used microphones to talk to God!
Because we lived close to the church my family attended, I always thought that people everywhere went to whatever church was closest to them -- kind of like school districts but for churches.
Every Sunday my family went to a Catholic church that was nearby where we lived. During the communion part, I always wondered why the priest was handing out "potato chips" to everyone and I was always mad because I wasn't allowed to eat those "potato chips" just yet.
I used to believe that the little marks on our curch floor (like scuff marks) came from the cross Jesus was crucified on. I don't know how, but I think I thought maybe it scraped against the floor as he was carrying it or something. A bit weird considering I don't live in Israel.
when i was younger, and went to church with my parents..i mistook the words "thanks be to god" for "thanks peter god" (the priest was called peter)
I used to think that the priest at church was JESUS.
He had a beard.... it made sense
In the North of England my home was close to a Catholic Convent. Only the Mother Superior went outside the Wall. Was told that when little girls misbehaved that they were taken into the convent by the mother Superior in her long robe. She would catch and put them under it.
When nuns still wore the long black gowns I would cross the streets away from them if I saw one. (I was a good girl). Stayed with me for a long time.
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.
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.
I used to think that my parents loved me more than their other children beacuase they named after God. Every week in church we said "Thanks, Peter Go". Imagine my disappointment when I finally realized (age 6 or 7?) that it was "Thanks be to God." Bummer
I use to think church was spelt turch because of the big T on the roof.
As a young child in church, I noticed that above the altar there was a large, white, round cement or plaster figure of a bird which represented the Holy Spirit. I was convinced that the organ music came out of this spot, even though I also knew that the organ was in the choir loft in the rear of the church.
I used to believe that Sunday School was an ordinary, long school day for children of religious parents. This lead to an embarrassing situation where I showed pity for a friend who attended Sunday School, saying it was a shame that he only got one day off of school a week.
my grandfather told me that protestants historically wore the color orange - so one day when I was wearing an orange shirt - I told my parents that I was just like the prostitutes.
I believed God lived in a specific crack in one of the walls of my church
i used to belive that in churches, under the sits there is satan. and if i look down satan will take me into hell.
when I was in first grade, I went to a Catholic school. One day,someone in the class made all of us believe that if you chewed the communion wafers before you got back to your pew, God would strike you with a lightning bolt.
My mom used to always take my baby sister to the church nursery and I would usually tag along. I was 5 at the time and I would sit and stare at the attic door in the church nursery. One day my mom asked me what I was always looking at and I told her, "That's where God lives."
when i was small i always for some reason, used to believe that all muslims wore turbans...
I used to feel bad for the nice ladies in the white hats and black gowns with the cross necklaces because I thought people were calling them 'nothing'. When I learned how to spell, I finally realized they were called "N-u-n-s", not "n-o-n-e-s"
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