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When I was young, I thought we closed our eyes in church during prayer because I was convinced that God and/or Angels came down from heaven to hear our prayers, so I would always open my eyes to see them. And I was always disappointed when I didn't.
I didn't know the phrase "a daily walk with God" until I read it in my devotion book. The devotional didn't bother to explain what "a daily walk with God" means, just that you should have one.
I took that to mean that I had to go outdoors and take a walk, in order to pray. Even when it was raining.
It doesn't mean that.
I used to be really confused about the whereabouts of God.
On account of: "Our Father who Aren't in Heaven".
I was taught to pray as a 3-year-old, but I learned what the word "afasha" meant ... as in "Afasha die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take."
Rote memorization isn't always the best method.
I used to think that if you tied a note to a balloon then the balloon would take it all the way to heaven and God could read it. I didn't know wat to write to God so i just tied a flower to a balloon and sent it up there
When I was about 4, I was saying the blessing before dinner..."God is great, God is good, let us sink in for our food." Needless to say, my family still reminds me of it!
I thought that 'Our Father, witch art in heaven..' meant that there were hags up there with pointy hats and broomsticks, making spells around cauldrons.
When I was younger, I had a stuffed dog named Shaggy. When people told me that God would give me anything that I wanted if I prayed hard enough, I took it a bit too literally. I used to pray every night that Shaggy would come alive! I truly believed he would. I was very disappointed when every morning he was still stuffed.
I used to believe that in the Christian Prayer of the Faithful, we were responding, "Lord, harrow prayer."
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".
I used to believe it was the father, the SUN, and the holy spirit. I had no idea why we'd be praying to the sun since it was just...well I didn't exactly know what the sun was then either but I knew it had nothing to do with Catholicism...I was very confused for a while . . . up into the 7th grade actually . . . I'm slow, I admit it . . .
I used to think that 'Grace' at the table went: Gone is Great! Gone is Good! Let us spank him for our food. Amen...
As a child, I heard of the famous question from HIndu philosophy,"Who shall here declare it?", I thought they were saying "Who shall hear the claret?" My answer, I thought was "No one -- claret makes no sound."
I went to a Catholic school, even though I was Presbyterian, and one of the boys in my class asked why I didn't do the Sign of the Cross when we said prayer. I said 'I don't believe in that part,' and before I could finish he stood up on a desk and shrieked 'MARY DOESN'T LIKE JESUS!'.
From then on, I did the Sign of the Cross anyway.
Before the recitation of the Lord's Prayer, the priest would say 'We will now say the prayer that Jesus taught us'. I knew the prayer, but couldn't remember having learnt it; thus I assumed that it was implanted in our minds by Jesus before birth.
There's a line in the Hail Mary prayer that goes "blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus." But when I was little, I thought it was "blessed is the fruit of thy ROOM, Jesus." I was a bit confused as to what the bowl of fruit Mary kept in her room had to do with anything.
I used to pray, "Hell Mary full of grace." and "Our father who are in Heaven, how will be thy name?" and "Give us, to say, our daily bread."..
I used to believe that when you prayed and your hands where folded together or touching, that was the only way God would hear you, even if you were just thinking. Still to this day if my hands touching and Im thinking bad or naughty things I have to unfold them because I feel like God can hear me.
I used to think that the God was called Harold. Whilst saying the Lord's Prayer at school I used to say 'Harold by thy name' as apposed to 'hallowed be they name'.
When I was little, I heard the commandment "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house". At the time, I was under the impression that a "neighbor" was only limited to next door. Imagine my surprise when my next-door neighbors had their house bug-bombed and it had a large cloth cover over it -- I thought the commandment said "Thou shalt not COVER thy neighbor's house"!
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