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When praying the Hail Mary, my son says "Hail Mary, full of GRAPES the Lord is with you..." I guess to him it must be the fruit of her womb, LOL!
I used to believe that when I recited Psalm 23 that Shirley Goodness and her sister Mercy Goodness would follow me all the days of my life. I thought that if I said it enough times, Shirley and Mercy would show up and always follow me everywhere I went for the rest of my life.
I used to think that if I wanted something, I just had to pray to God for it. For awhile every night I'd sit and make a list of what I wanted asking God to give me this and that on my bed the next morning. I'd go to bed happy and excited, only to be disappointed when I woke up, seeing nothing was there.
During Mass in the Catholic church the priest would offer up prayers which we would respond, "Thanks be to God". I used to think that the response was "Thanks pretty God". It made sense to me. Why wouldn't we compliment God?
I used to believe, upon hearing the Lord's Prayer, that 'thou art in heaven' meant exactly what it sounded like. God was an artist, bumming around all day on the clouds with a giant celestial easel painting beautiful images. The giant hippy.
When I was a child, reciting the Lord's Prayer, I thought the verse was "Lead us North, into temptation..." My father thought it was a riot and wouldn't let my mother correct me. I have no idea how many years I prayed to be led north....
Until I was 35, I thought "from thy bounty" in the "grace" prayer was "from thy bam teeth". Tought it was some Olde English thing. The Wife has corrected me, after laughing about it.Still get a sly smile and look from her from time to time when ever some says "Grace".
When I was little and I would say the blessing at dinner.(This is how it went)God is great,God is good,let us thank him for our food.
For YEARS I belived the phrase let us thank him (in the above blessing) was actually lettuse thank him for our food.Made sence to me because we usually ate salad at dinner.
My brother always thought that the Lord's prayer had this line, "And Nancy shall come to judge the quick and the dead." Nancy was a friend of my parents'. The actual line is "From thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead."
I used to think that if I prayed enough, God would turn me into Superman.
I used to say to myself for years the lord's prayer to myself like this:
"Our father whose locked in heaven, ..Harold be thy name. "
Before I could read I thought that the Lord's Prayer said "and lead a snot into temptation".
my mom always said we should care about and pray for all creatures...when we would drive to visit my grandma we would pass a lot of different towers for electricity. for some reason i thought that a couple of them looked like two large girraffes,standing back to back.my mom also said to not brag so i never told her that i prayed for the stuck,frozen girraffes every time we passed them.poor things!
When i was little and went to children's church this one kids Jeremy would always pray that Jesus would bless the food in his tummy and other random things it was cute.
There's a line in the lord's prayer about Jesus being "crucified under Pontius Pliate". In my 3-year-old mind, "Pilate" became "Pilot", so I always had this image of the Red Baron circling in his bi-plane over the site of the Passion.
It was not until 6th grade social studies that I learned the true spelling of "Pilate", and that "Pontious" is not an adjective.
As a kid, I used to believe that nothing was wasted if you made it a sacrifice to God. So when my parents would pack me a nasty sandwich that I didn't feel like eating, I would silently say "Dear God, please accept my humble sacrifice" and throw the sandwich away. That way I didn't feel bad about wasting food.
my youngest brother used to believe
that the reason we said grace
before meals was to
cool the food down.
our food was rarely
piping hot, but if it was
you'd catch him doing the sign of the cross
and saying grace several times in
a row so to make the temperature drop.
of course, in the time it took him to recite
the prayer a few times over, the food
was generally cooler anyway.
I used to beleive that if I went to sleep someone in my family would die, so I wouldn't sleep. I would pray for everyone's soul I knew, and then just to be on the safe side, I would pray again. Then I was scared if you prayed twice for the same soul it would cancel out the prayers and that person would die and go to hell. I spent many nights finding the right balance of salvation.
i used to believe that if i prayed every day for wings, i would get wings. i was told that god would give me anything i prayed for. so i prayed for wings. and every day would check the mirror and thought that the bones in my back were the beginning stubs of my growing wings.
... they never grew....
When I was in a catholic preschool, we always said a short prayer before snack time. Nothing much, just a simple "God is great, god is good, and we thank him for our food. Amen."
One day after a year and a half of preschool, I came home and announced to my mother that I had given up on God, because every day for over a year we had all prayed for almonds, and all we ever got was graham crackers and apple juice!
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