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I used to believe that the reason you folded your hands together when you prayed is that your folded hands were the micophone you prayed into so God could hear you
I used to believe God's first name was actually Peter, and he was just a normal guy really although everyone pretended otherwise. They would accidently let it slip in the last sentence of mass, when everyone was eager to get home: "Thanks Peter God"
"Hail Mary full of grapes" And "The Fruit Of The Loom, Jesus."
"God is good, God is great, lettuce thank him for our food Amen"
Im from a catholic family. when i was little i misheard God- for Gordon and when we went to mass i thought we were praying to Gordon ... my uncle ... wasn' t till i was six and asked my gran why everyone i knew prayed to my uncle .. that they understood why i always looked confused at church.
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!
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!
For years I used to believe that God's name was Harold.
I asked my mum, "why does Harold have charts?"
She didn't have a clue what I was going on about, and asked me what I meant.
so I replied, "You know Harold, in heaven, why does he have charts?"
My Grandad's name was Harold, so my mum said, "Grandad isn't dead, he is still alive."
I got really frustrated, "No mum, Harold in Heaven! you know!"
"Our father, with charts in heaven Harold be your name, your kingdom come....."
Ok so mum finally got it, and she reminds me of it often
In pre-school we always had to say grace before we ate our milk and cookies. We said the same prayer each time and it always ended in the word "amen". I remember my best friend loudly correcting the teacher that it was infact "a man" or "some men", you couldnt say "a men". Obviously she grasped the concept of grammar sooner than the concept of religion.
When I was about 3 I heard my mom saying that Mary (me) likes corn. Because I did.
But I thought she meant that Jesus's mother likes corn! So that day we went to church and I said very loudly 'Alleluia to Jesus! Corn to Mary!'
I believed that if I prayed hard enough to Jesus for my gay best friend, God would make him turn straight and marry me. Today, I look back on this and laugh.
I used to brlieve that when you are about to go to sleep, and you pray, and your laready laying dowm, when you close your eyes to pray. When your finished praying, I always thought you had to open your eyes and close them back or else Jesus would think your prayer would go on ond on.
there was a young girl i used to know that would say 'onion' at the end of grace, instead of 'amen'
when i was younger i thought that the line in the Hail Mary prayer that says 'blessed are thou amongst women' was actually 'blessed are those who are swimming'. makes sense, right?!
When I was little I used to pray for God to put all the bad people in jail. I used to think that bad people flew out of their houses into jail just because I asked.
I was convinced that just before communion, the priest was asking us to "pray as our saviour tortoise - Our Father ..."
I must have been a bit slow myself!
When reciting the Lord's prayer I thought that the words at the end were 'thine is the kingdom, the car and the lorry, forever & ever, amen'
It's wonderfully comforting to find out I wasn't the only kid wondering who the heck these strange people were who kept cropping up in our prayers. In my Lutheran church we usually said the Apostle's creed during Sunday service. But on special Sundays we said the Nicene Creed. One line says "[he] ascended into heaven and sitteth on the right hand of the Father; from thence he shall come again in glory to judge both the quick and the dead." But as a kid, I always thought the second part of that was "and Nancy shall come again in glory to judge both the quick and the dead", and I just couldn't figure out who Nancy was, or why she was so special that she was not only coming in glory but getting to do the judging as well!
When I went to a private christian school for first grade, there was this song they taught you that went "Read your bible, pray every day and you'll grow, grow, grow" and then "Neglect your bible, forget to pray and you'll shrink, shrink, shrink" and I took it literally. I would freak out if I didn't try to read at least one word of the bible and pray to God every day. I would start measuring myself. I even took it so far as to stop reading and praying for a while when I heard my mom complaining about how fast I was growing up and she didn't like it.
I used to believe that prayers were like phoning God ie when you made the sign of the cross it was like dialling the number and after you said your prayer you HAD to do the sign of the cross to hang up or God would still be able to read your mind and he'd know if you were doing or thinking anything bad. I also believed that if you were interrupted during your prayer you would have to stop and make the sign of the cross to hang up and THEN you could attend to the interruption. I was about eight years old when I started to doubt this belief but then one day we were saying prayers in class (Catholic school) and the teacher made us do do sign of the cross but then another teacher came in and our teacher just stopped. My friend leaned over and whispered to me and said "Be good, God can still hear us because we didn't hang up". Thus my unusual belief was reaffirmed for another year.
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