religion

I used to believe…

My niece attended a church-run preschool even though my sister and brother-in-law were not religious. The preschool taught the class the song "Jesus Loves Me". My niece thought that song contained the line "...because Feifel tells me so" instead of because the bible tells me so. She had seen the video Feifel Goes West so many times that she was sure that the little mouse, Feifel, told people that Jesus loved us.

I come from Yorkshire and when we would sing Jingle Bells at Christmas I thought 'a one hose open sleigh' was 'a one horse serpent sleigh' because of the strong accents. I spent most of my childhood thinking that Father Christmas road a dragon.

I used to believe…

When I was growing up in rural Iowa, there was a set of three large, decorative crosses by the side of the road on the way to town. I thought that they were archaeological remnants of the ancient times during which they used to really crucify people. (In ancient Iowa.)

I used to believe…

when I was little I thought that everyone was the same religion.

Anyway I'm Roman Cathiolic, and before Easter we have this thing called Lent, and we don't eat meat on Fridays. One Friday When I was in second grade my best friend started to eat a balongna sandwhich and I nearly tackled her...I was screaming, "What are YOU DOING?? That's a baloney sandwhich! It's meat!" Needless to say she was very confused and freaked out. It turned out she was a Baptist!

I'm an athiest, but when I was a kid this is what I used to believe. I was about six and I had a cat named Rosie, and my school bus ran her over. I thought heaven was a place in the stars where there are hotels made out of clouds. I'd used to think there was a cat hotel and Rosie was in room 715.

I used to believe…

My 4th grade daughter recently spent the night with her friend who is a member of the Church of of Latter Day Saints. She then went with their family to church the next day.
Upon returning home the next day, and knowing that her father grew up in this church (not practicing now though) she asked him,
"Daddy, where you do YOU keep your Book of Norman?"

We are bad parents and still haven't told her the correct name.

I always used to think in the Christmas carol "God Bless you and Give you a Happy New Year" they were saying, "And may joy come to you, and to your mimosa, too." I figured this was because grown-ups drank mimosa on Christmas morning, and the song was hoping their mimosa was yummy.

I used to believe…

We never went to church growing up, nor were we religious, but all my friends did, so I heard about God. I always imagined God reading a story, and we were just the characters in his mind. When the book was finished everything just ended, or a new world would be created by a new story with new people. So I assumed that when we die that is it, we no longer exist.

I used to believe…

When I was young, I used to believe that the money put into collection plates at church was actually sent to God; that after the church service was over, the pastor would go outside and leave the plate behind the building, and God would come and get it once everybody left. Didn't realize until some time later that the church itself used the money.

I grew up Catholic, and there is one part in the Mass when the line "Jesus, Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world" is sung. When I was a little girl, I misheard this. I thought it was either "cents" as in pennies. This made perfect sense to me, because we always passed the offering basket around and put money in it.

I used to believe…

My sister and me were in the back seat of the car. My mother was driving. So, my sister said she was hungry. My Mother said we will be there soon. I assume she remembered the previous sunday's Sunday School Lesson of God dwelling among us. A few moment's later she uttered the classic line, "Mommy, God's in my body, and he's starving too!"

I believed that god was something that surrounded the earth, like a shell, and when we sent up the space shuttle or a rocket or anything like that, it made a hole in god, and I always wondered if it hurt god when we did that

I used to believe…

In Sunday school. we were once taught to recite the phrase "the vicarious atonement of Jesus Christ". Once when it came my turn to repeat that, I couldn't quite think of the word "vicarious". The closest word I could come up with was "vituperous". So I said "the vituperous atonement of Jesus Christ". But I don't know why it should really make a bit of difference what I said then, as I was utterly clueless as to what either "vicarious" or "vituperous" meant.

I used to believe…

again, as a child i used to sing a gospel hymn called "joshua fought the battle of Jerichoe and the walls came tumbling down"
until i was about 6 i would belt out in church "Joshua bit the bottle of cherry-coke and the walls came tumbling down"

I used to believe…

when i was little my mom asked me if i knew where god was. when she asked i ran out of the room thinking that god was missing and i was being blamed for it. now my dad tells that story all the time when he preaches at church.

I used to believe…

In Norway a Cristmas carol says "I, am so happy every Christmas Eve, because then Jesus is born". This was a carol for kids, and we heard it alot. I thought for sure that Jesus was born again once a year.