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I used to think that God would carry a giant golden book around with everyone's name in it and put a little green check by the names of people who were going to heaven.
i used to believe that the end of the world would come when the devil came to take over our world, but god (who was a giant ghost-like man with a large coat that had many pockets) would come and pick everyone up who had been good, and put them in his pockets, and we would be saved. but i didn't know what happened after we were in his pockets...
I use to think if you put your ear to the ground you can hear hell down there.
When I was little, I always thought that God kept a type of scoreboard for each person on Earth. The way the scoreboard worked was that everytime you did a good deed, you would get a point for Heaven [extra extra good things gave you two points, three points max.] If you did something bad or unChristian, you would get a point towards Hell. Now, it doesnt seem that weird at this point, but this is where i dont know where my mind was. This is when the second you die, an exact replica of Jesus except super math smart adds together all your points for Heaven & Hell. Whichever side has more points is where u go. And if you died for another person (i.e. dying in a war) then you would automatically go to Heaven unless you were fighting for the bad guys.
I used to think that when you died you got to ask one, and only one question to god about anything in the world that only god would know.
I spent sleepless nights trying to decide between asking "Where did amelia airheart go?" and "so, you know that ship that emerged from the bermuda triangle without any people in it? what happened?"
When I was a child, my family attended a church that frequently referred to the rapture (the miracle of being taken to heaven without having to die). But whenever I couldn't find my parents (while at a store or other crowded place), I would be terrified that the rapture had occurred and I was left behind. Years later, my friends told me they had this same fear.
I used to believe that heaven was the local church hall with rows of dead budgies on the floor covered with little white blankets. Now I know it's guinness and chocolate cake.
From my mother;
who was told that when the sky was orange at dawn it was because heaven was at war (with hell?).
[She once fled her home with a few of her sisters in tow in order to save them.]
I used to believe that if I stomped too hard on the ground, I could go through because hell was held up by a wood frame under the dirt.
When I was younger, I used to believe that heaven was a very long bench. So one day I asked my mom,"when you die, would you save a seat for me"?
When I was a child, I used to believe that if I died as a child, I might be turned into one of those Cupid-like, naked or diapered, sexless cherub children. Teenage and adult angels (I used to think people who died became angels) got robes, but cherubic children had to be naked or diapered for eternity. Heaven was beautiful but scary/humiliating.
I'm not sure if I believed the diapers were needed (as they are in babyhood).
I used to think that i would live all the lifes of the persons who are called like me, in that way, we will know all the kinds of lifes possibles, and our soul will be more mature.
In church school we were always taught that heaven was in the sky.
My friend and I spent many a day looking out the window of our bus and trying to figure out which cloud was big enough to hold heaven.
I was raised as a Christian and I had heard of Christians being jokingly refered to as Bible Bashers.
At age 3, I though it meant that all you had to do to convert someone to Christianity was to hit them with a Bible.
Thus, I repeatedly beat the cat with my copy of the Gideon's to prevent her from going to hell.
After reading a label on a small bottle of Holy Water, I thought it could bring my dead grandfather back to life. I didn't dare try it though, I guess I was too scared. I only realized it a few years later after reading the label again.
When I was about 9, my family moved. In our new home, we went to a church that focused much more strongly on the "end times" than our old church did. I was taught that when Jesus Christ returned to judge all men (the Rapture), the Christians would be taken up "into the air" (like the Bible says) in their own physical bodies instead of having to die first. I thought that if I was inside a building or underground at the time, I could not go to Heaven, because my body would not go through the material overhead and fly up into the air with God. I used to pray, terrified, every night for God to double-check to make sure I was outside before He started the end of the world.
When I was around 4 or 5, my mom would sometimes call me her little devil...I thought when people died they'd go to a place called " Fire Canyon", and become little devils too, and I'd have more friends...then I found out the truth...I was a little confused at first,lol.
When I was young, my great-grandfather died and "went to heaven," according to my mother.
Then, at most a year later, my dog died. My brother was asking my mom if the dog was in heaven. At this point, we were driving past an apartment complex set up on a hill and surrounded by trees. my mom responded, "Yeah, Sheba's in Heaven with Pampi," while gesturing towards the sky, but I thought she was pointing to the apartment complex... and I thought for the longest time that Heaven was in that apartment complex on the hill surrounded by trees. I couldnt' understand why, if they were right there,why they just couldn't come home.
I used to think that when you died, you spent a period of time in heaven, and then went to hell -- sort of a reverse purgatory. This came from the fact that this was what happened in that "Found a Peanut" song (where the guy eats a rotten peanut and dies) when my mom sung it.
when i waz little i thot (this was brought on by my mom) that u could just pray for what u wanted to play with in heaven after you died. i was about 4 at the time and prayed that barbies and t.y.s would be waiting on me as soon as i died. i couldnt wait!