religion

I used to believe…

My mother was raised Catholic at a time when the mass was still conducted in Latin, and picked up a rather garbled half-understanding of the language. So, at Christmastime, when everyone was singing "Adeste Fideles," she was absolutely convinced that "Venite adoremus" ("O come let us adore him") meant "Here comes the dormouse."

I used to think that God's name was Artie... My Grandpa said grace so fast before we ate so it sounded like this every time : "Artie, Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for these Thy gifts".... (Our Dear Heavenly Father). It took me years to figure it out.

I did not grow up with religion at all. Nevertheless, when I was 6 I had my own religion. I prayed to an old cologne bottle (it was gold and had a fake eagle perched on it) and a plastic skull. I used to pray that the girls in my class would come live with me and wear their hair in the style of princess Leah. (I still think this is a pretty good idea). The way I got a prayer to heaven was I would write the prayer on a rock with my finger, throw it up in the air, and plug my ears. (Not hearing it fall allowed me to believe that it went up to god).

I used to believe…

When I was younger I used to think that God was a genie, my friend told me that he had thought that his priest was the Jesus fella they went on about so maybe things should be better explained in church!

I used to believe…

When I was younger, I believed that god could hear everything I say. Like, I would walk around saying: "How are you? Good? I'm so bored." And I'd actually start conversation thinking I was the only person in the world who could communicate with god, and with spirits. So I'd go around telling everyone that I was psychic, and that I went to psychic school. And I thought I could communicate with the non-living spirits by tearing up a leaf into 4 equal parts, and then blowing them into the wind. Man, was I ever dumb back then!

i used to belive the vikings cruseified jesus and that is why everyone hated the sweeds
turns out everybody loves sweeds yay me :)

I used to believe…

There's a line in the lord's prayer about Jesus being "crucified under Pontius Pliate". In my 3-year-old mind, "Pilate" became "Pilot", so I always had this image of the Red Baron circling in his bi-plane over the site of the Passion.

It was not until 6th grade social studies that I learned the true spelling of "Pilate", and that "Pontious" is not an adjective

I used to belive that when people died they would be reborn and have a different life, and grow u again in a constant circle.

I used to believe…

They told me that Jesus was always beside me, so when I sat down in the car, I scooted waaaay over to the side so that Jesus would have a place to sit.

I used to believe…

At my old church, there was a cross behind where the preist stood that had Jesus on it. One day, my mom, dad, and brother were going to be baptized (I wasn't because I had an ear infection). Well, we were standing there, and my Grandpa was next to me. I asked how they did it, and he said they took Jesus off the cross, and nailed people to it. Then, they lowered it into the water. From the on, I was afraid to watch when people were baptized, so I beleived him until i was about 11.

I used to believe that when I recited Psalm 23 that Shirley Goodness and her sister Mercy Goodness would follow me all the days of my life. I thought that if I said it enough times, Shirley and Mercy would show up and always follow me everywhere I went for the rest of my life.

I used to believe…

when i was little i thought god changed my name the first day i went to church

I used to believe…

When I was about 3 I used to believe that my preist was God. Whenever I saw him i would do the sign of the cross.

I used to believe…

When I was little, I felt really bad for Satan from the Bible. I said to my mom "The devil doesn't seem to be very happy. Maybe if we prayed for him, he wouldn't get up to so much bad things?" She laughed and said, "Maybe."

I used to believe that when we died, we could only ask God one question. When I was little, I wanted to know what happened to the dinosaurs. When I got a bit older, I wanted to know who shot John F. Kennedy... To this day I still don't know which I'd rather know.

I used to believe…

When I was in lower school I used to brag about how I was related to Jesus... I managed to come to this conclusion because my aunty's brithday is on christmas day! This obviously means that she was Jesus' sister! I never used the ' I will get my brother to beat you up!' Oh no! I was gonna get Jesus on you!