religion

I used to believe…

When I was a little girl I thought God only spoke English. Coming from a Spanish-speaking household, I would pray in Spanish, and then "translate" my prayer back to God.

I used to believe…

As a child, I heard of the famous question from HIndu philosophy,"Who shall here declare it?", I thought they were saying "Who shall hear the claret?" My answer, I thought was "No one -- claret makes no sound."

I used to believe…

when i was little, i believer that prayers were send in letters. so if i forgot something in my last prayer i would say: in my last letter i forgot to tell you.....

I used to believe that God and the Devil were actually on the same team, so if you were bad you went to Hell and were punished by the Devil. Then when he decided you had learned your lesson he would send you to God and to heaven. Then if you acted badly in heaven, God would send you back to Hell. I guess I never got that "eternal damnation" thing... I just figured it was more like "good cop, bad cop".

I used to belive that when you died, before you could go wherever it was you were going to, you had to read a huge book listing all the wrong things you ever did.

I used to believe that when you died, you immediately became a ghost. good people went to live with God in heaven, + he gave them wings as a reward, so that's where angels came from. Devils were bad people who were given horns + pointy tails so they looked like Satan. if you weren't especially one way or the other, you would be allowed to choose whether to become a ghost, a zombie, or a vampire.
I did wonder why someone eeeeevil enough to want to go round sucking people's blood didn't go straight to Hell, but... well, God moves in mysterious ways.
I also thought that lava comming out of volcanoes was hot because Hell was down there...

I used to believe that when someone dies they becomae a cloud and choose a person they want to be a gaurdian angel to...and thenthey watch over that person and float around the sky over them.

I used to believe that the offering I gave as a child weekly at church were directly sent to God. I thought that my Bible study teacher took the offering money to Jesus' grave and placed the money beside Him. I then thought you would see the money float into the sky

I was one of those children who knew most of the hymns actual words by the time I was 5 or 6. Yet, there was one that always confused me..."here are mice and me, Lord..."(actual words: here am I, send me Lord...)

I used to throw handfuls of sand into the air and then watch it drifting down while yelling, "The SAND GOD! The SAND GOD!" I believed the Sand god was very pleased with my offerings.

I used to beleive when you died, based on a greek myth I heard when I was younger, you were brought back as something depending on what you were like.A bad person could have been brought back as an nt or a left testicle [heh] an average joe could be maybe a bug or a dog or something like that, and a very good guy like a preist could come back as another human with all their former memories. If they came back as a person 3 times, they would be sent straight to heaven, the VIP Section.

I thought that once you'd die you'd go to heaven if you were good and hell if you were bad, of course, but I thought that if you were an awesomely good person God would let you come back as and animal and help people(discreetly). So I thought my cat was a person brought back to life since she was such a good cat.

I used to believe…

My brother was born when I was 2 and wouldn't slepp through the night, so we had to be extremely quiet if he ever did manage to nod off. So, when I heard "away in a manger" I honestly believed, for a good few years, the the lyrics were "the kettle is boiling, the baby awakes..." as opposed to the cattle are lowing etc! We had an old fashioned whistling kettle at the time, which may have helped me on the way to that belief!

I used to think that if people had been bad before they died they would be reincarnated as an ant, and if you had been good you would be reincarnated as a lion/tiger

I used to believe…

When I learned in church about limbo, I thought that all the angles had to limbo all day long, and if they were bad at it, they went to Hell.

I used to believe that three sheep dogs named Shirley, Gooodness, and Mercy would "follow me all the days of my life" while I dwelled "in the house of the Lord, forever." After all, "The Lord is my shepherd..."