Up until I was 6 years old, my family lived in Easton, Pennsylvania, which is right next to a little city called Bethlehem. I went to preschool at a church, and after all of the Jesus stories I heard, not once did an adult ever make sure we understood that the Bethlehem in these stories is not the same as the one down the road. So I went for a great period of my early childhood believing that I was walking on the same ground as Jesus did 2000 years ago.
A childhood belief about church
others believed things like this
- I used to believe that Jesus lived in the tower of the churchAnon
- Iused to believe the statue of Jesus was really him and our church got mad at him and nailed him up there.— The Fidiot
- I once asked my dad what Jesus' surname was, and he said it was 'Sinclair'.
I believed it for years!— Rebekah - I used to think that the priest at church was JESUS.
He had a beard.... it made sense— Joe B - My mom used to think "preschool" was called "pretty school" until a few years later.— Molly
- That the city of Christchurch was a big church which everybody lived in.— Christine