religion

I read a book about different religions. When it talked about Christianity, it said "Baptists are Christians." I had heard that my family was Christian when I mentioned Christmas. I used to believe that the book meant all Christians were Baptists, and that my family and I were also Baptist. We were actually Methodist.

My mom always likes to tell this one particular story from when I was young. In the Catholic Church, during the prayer for the Eucharist, they have someone ring bells at each step of the way to signify that the priest is blessing the bread and the wine. I never really knew this was the reason myself until recently. Well, there was one time when my mom took little me to Church with her, and as soon as I heard the bells, I shouted out, "The ice cream man!" Thankfully, people laughed it off rather than casting stones.

The first time I heard of Jesus, it was at Christmas. I saw imagery of Jesus as a baby and kept hearing about the "Baby Jesus", so I obviously thought of Jesus being a baby.

When I first heard of Easter, I thought Jesus also died as a baby!

I used to believe that a "soul" was an object, which looked like a white rose without the stem. It was soft, flexible, and probably made of plastic. I may have gotten that idea from seeing a picture of a white rose in a book that had the word soul in it.

I used to believe that Holy Water was a near-magical and hard to get substance. I thought it felt and looked different from normal water, but I had no idea where it came from. When I finally learned that's it's just regular water that the priest has prayed over, I was kinda disappointed.

For some reason when I picture someone floating up to heaven, I pictured their entire house glowing and flying up into the air with them inside it. So basically I pictured that your house goes to heaven with you.

When I was little I somehow imagined God to look like Spider Man and I thought he floated in space above earth watching us.

When I asked my mother what God looked like, she said something along the lines of, "Nobody really knows. He is a giant Being."
I didn't know what the word "being" meant because I was so young, so I thought she had said he was a "giant bean." So for a few years of my early childhood I would picture God as an enormous white lima bean.

Growing up in an agnostic household, I heard the Christmas story before I heard of any more of Jesus' life, and for some reason I didn't grasp that he grew into an adult. I was very confused to hear about everything he did later and pictured all the miracles being performed by a baby in a blanket.

I believed when sunlight broke through clouds and made a line to some piece of land in the distance that it was God having a conversation with someone.

I thought that heaven was in the clouds. I mean, I actually thought that when I looked at the clouds, I was seeing heaven. Lol. This probably stemmed from the story of the tower of babble or something. I had no idea about space or anything like that. I also wondered how it was heaven that was normal and hell that was hot, because "heaven" was close to the sun.

My father told me this recently.
Me and my sister were having a conversation whether or not Jesus existed.
And then my sister said: "Let's ask santa claus because he's real!"

I used to think that If I did something bad then God would punish me by making my bang by leg or hurt myself in some way, or not get something that I wanted. I used to hate myself for committing 'sins'.

When I was around 3 my parents took me to a very loud classical concert and I spent the whole time in a state of terror because I had recently learned the biblical story about Joshua abd the walls falling down and I was sure the hall would collapse and squash us!

To prevent me from fidgeting while singing Our Father in church, my mom made me believe that I had to cup my hands well so I can receive lots of blessings and after the song, I would put my hands inside my pocket imagining it was full of money.

I thought that Critical Mass was when the Pope said, "Okay, everyone. Mass is always important. You guys have really been slacking, though. So this week, it's critical!" Since that meant that more people were going to Mass, there wouldn't be enough parking and people would have to ride their bikes.