religion

I used to believe that there was an invisible, intangible creature in the sky that could read my mind and would burn me forever if I displeased him.

I used to believe…

When I was young I went to a Catholic school and the only other type of school I knew of was a public school. One day I asked my cousin, "Are you Catholic?" When she answered "no" I said, "Well then you must be public."

I read in one of my books that the T Rex used its small arms for preying. I read this as "praying", and wondered how it could get those tiny arms together around its huge body.

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When I fiirst heard about Pontious Pilate. I thought his last name was spelled "pilot". This was also compounded by the fact that this was at a time when I had not yet learned about the Wright Brothers in school and how the airplane was not invented until around the 1920's.
This made me think that Pontious was some guy that flew an airplane.

I used to believe…

when used to jump and stomp and then i wold scream "HAHA DEVIL! I'M STEPPING ON YOU!"

I used to believe…

When I was little I thought that when you died an angel would come down to earth and wrap you in plastic wrap and carry you to heaven (or hell, if you were bad.)
Then, when you got into space you would become alive again so you could see what space looked like. Also, I belived that if you were famous or a good person, God, Mary, or Jesus would carry you to heaven instead since you were special.

I used to believe that religious figures like Jesus, Mary, and other saints would enter my room through the wall opposite my bed in a firery light...if I slept with the light on they couldn't though because the fire could not be seen...my parents electric bill was extra expensive that year :}

I used to believe…

My sister used to believe that nuns didn't have feet, she went to Catholic school and thought the nuns floated along (they wore long black habits then), she was very surprised when a young nun joined a jump rope game and she was her springing off FEET!

i was raised a jehovah's witness and therefore never celebrated holidays. my parents were very vague on their reasoning for this and never really explained it to me that well, so i had the idea that christmas was actually a day that christians worshipped the devil on accident (he tricked them into it). one day i was visiting my cousin and she had a baby doll that i wanted to play with but she wouldnt let me and said it was because she just got it for christmas. i then FLIPPED OUT screaming and crying that she had to throw it away because "satan tricked her and hid a demon in it".

I used to believe…

When I was little I had never ever spoken a swear-word. My "friends" in the playground kept daring me to until I finally gave in and said "shit". They then told me I would go to hell forever and only those people who never swore would go to heaven. I was distraught that I had missed my chance and spent months saying sorry to God that i would never swear again.

I always heard people say that "God is inside you all the time". So when my tummy growled and made a that springy noise, I used to think it was God on a pogo-stick.

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There used to be a laboratory down the road from where we lived. Through the windows you could see people in white overals using gleaming white equipment. I don't know what they did in there but simply because everything was white I believed that it must be heaven.

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 think that when god answered a prayer, he would send you a letter. i went through an incredibly long time without believing in god because every prayer i said, i never got a letter back.

I used to believe…

If you know the Sims games, I used to think that God was playing and we were all just Sims.

If you don't, it's a computer game where you make people and control them.

I used to believe…

When I was young I went to a Catholic church where they served communion. Communion is when they would give church members a small piece of bread which represented the body of Jesus Christ. I used to believe when I ate the piece of communion bread that I was actually eating a part of an arm or a toe off of Jesus's body.