When I was little church confused me. Once when I was about 3 my father carried me up to communion with him. I thought the host was a necco wafer and screamed "I want a necco wafer!" at the top of my lungs and tried to grab one out of the chalice.
I also thought that at the beginning of the Mass the priest came in and as an act of, I don't know, self mutilation or torture, he would bash his head against the altar. This was because we usually got to church late and had to sit in the back and I couldn't see clearly. Finally I asked my mother "Why does the priest have to bang his head on the table when he comes in?"
Finally I thought God's name was Harold "Our father who art in heaven, HAROLD be thy name.."
A childhood belief about church
others believed things like this
- our father which art in heaven,Harold be thy name— oddsox
- I asked my father what holy water was. He told me it was the priest's bathwater. — Gwen
- I used to think that the priest at church was JESUS.
He had a beard.... it made sense— Joe B - I thought pink wafer biscuits would bite me if I touched them. Absolutely no idea why.Anon
- I used to be really confused about the whereabouts of God.
On account of: "Our Father who Aren't in Heaven".— Tania Bradshaw - Do you really mean to tell me that father Christmas is a myth?
Finally......— Peter (Aged 70)