religion

I used to believe…

When I was little, I used to scoot over in my bed to make room for my guardian angel to lay down and sleep. I figured after following around after me all day long, he'd be plenty tired and need a rest!

I used to believe…

When I was a kid, I thought Jerusalem, Bethlehem etc were all suburbs of Heaven. I was absolutely flabbergasted when I found out they were real places on Earth that you could go visit...

i used to believe that praying was jsut a way to get things because in church they said God would listen to your prayers and grant them. i used to wish for weird things like candy and the ability to fly. Now i know that is selfish!

I used to believe…

Like many others here, I too used to wonder what the deal was with the cross-eyes bear named Gladly. Boy am I relieved to see I'm not the only one who was miguided!

I used to believe…

When I was younger my mother told me that Jesus would apper at mass, or so I believed. I was so dissapointed to find out that Jesus didn't show up. Mother told me he couldn't make it.

I attended a Christian school, where they told us that, come Judgment Day, every thing we'd ever done would be shown to everyone who ever lived (like a movie), and that we would be terribly ashamed when all of our sins were revealed.

I kind of believed this. But even at the age of 11, I thought "Well, if we all have to watch ALL the sins of ALL the billions of people who have ever lived -- by the time they get to me, everyone will be too bored to pay attention.

I used to believe…

When I was younger our class was practising "we wish you a merry christmas" for the holidays. And instead of singing "oh bring us some figgy pudding", I believed the words were "Oh bring us some friggen pudding." Well, how many 5 year old's know what figgy's are??

I grew up as a Protestant, but one day i was asked what my denomination was and i said "I'm a prostitute". I think i was about six years old. I still chuckle when I think of this.

I used to believe…

My mom used to always take my baby sister to the church nursery and I would usually tag along. I was 5 at the time and I would sit and stare at the attic door in the church nursery. One day my mom asked me what I was always looking at and I told her, "That's where God lives."

I used to believe…

When I was small I visited some family member's grave in the cemetery with my grandma. At the entrance of the cemetery there was a cross. I asked my grandma, to whom does that cross belong, because I thought it's someone's grave. She answered that it belongs to Jesus. I was so proud that Jesus was buried in my hometown.

I used to believe…

When I was about 8, I thought everytime I opened my dresser drawers there was the chance there might be a pair of red hands inside. If there were red hands inside, I would automatically be sent to hell. I faced eternal damnation everytime I had to change my clothes.

I used to believe…

One Christmas eve my brother convinced me that the pope was Baptist. He told me everytime our dad used the expression "is the pope catholic" that he was really using it to say no instead of yes. On Christmas morning when asked if I liked my presents I responded "well, is the pope baptist." I recieved many confused looks and my brother laughed histerically.

I use to believe that everything on television was real. One day in school my teacher asked us if anyone had anything they wanted to pray about, and I said yes, and told her all about the terrible accident I saw on CHPS, remember with Erik Estrada, that's when my teacher clued me in that that wasn't real.

I used to believe…

When walking to church on Sunday mormings, I used to believe that the crosswalk sign was placed there exclusively for us "Presbyterians"; not for just any pedestrians.

I used to believe…

When I was about 5 a friend asked me if I was a Catholic or a Protestant. I thought a Catholic was someone who went to church and a Protestant was someone who didn't, so I said My Mom's a Catholic, but my Dad and I are Protestants. Actually, as I later found out, my Mom is a Protestant, but my dad is an Atheist who was raised Catholic!

I used to believe…

There was black dirt under the sand in my sand box. A friend of mine said that it was the Devil's skin, and we better not dig into it or he'd get mad, rise up, and "get" us. I made sure I NEVER dug into the Devil's skin!