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I used to believe that since God was everywhere that must mean the world is in his stomach
I used to believe that the "children of Israel" were all children, boys and girls, no adults. I couldn't understand how millions of children got out in the wilderness unattended by adults, or who took care of them. This puzzled me for a long time, through many Sunday school lessons and sermons.
i used to believe that we were all just dolls in a doll house and that god was a little girl who played with us and when we were sleeping was when she was at school. sometimes i still think it makes sense
When I was young I was told God would be everywhere with everyone. I was so confeused how God was with everyone at the same time. I thought he had like a million tenticles like an Octopus, one tenticle would be with one person all the time.
I grew up with Christian parents but they weren't very religious so we never attended church or discussed religion much. The few times I went to church with friends I always heard about, the Lord, Jesus, and God. Being young and not having a religious education I always thought of these three as separate people walking around Heaven. I thought of God as the typical long gray beard, Jesus as he is usually shown in pictures, and the Lord as a kind of judge looking figure.
Growing up in a very Christian household, I was always told that "God is everywhere". I took this very literally (apparently I was a little pantheist), and I remember staring in wide-eyed shock. "God is everywhere? Even in my shoe?" For the longest time, I thought that every time I put my shoes on, I was stepping on God.
Growing up in a Christain family, we always celebrated Christmas and Easter. I knew that Jesus was born on Christmas and died on Easter. I was always impressed that he got so much accomplished in life in only 4 months. I was also confused on how he grew up so fast. I missed the 30 or so years in between.
I used to believe God was a little black boy with corn rows. I'm white.
When my family goes to New Hampshire to visit my grandma, we often go to a town called Bethlehem to shop. I used think Jesus was born in New Hampshire!
When I was like, 6 or 7, I had this book of stories from the Bible for kids. I was reading about Adam and Eve, and I read righ up to when Eve ate from the Tree of Knowlege. I had to go somewhere with my mom, so I had to save my place in the book. I never got a chance to finish the story, so I thought Eve died. I didn't learn the truth until I was like 8 or 9
When I was about 3 or 4, I thought God lived on my street a long time ago. I just had this image of a foggy morning by the house 2 houses down from mine with this guy standing in the street in a white robe with a long white beard and hair.
When i was younger I thought that the world was seriously like a sno-globe....I was so scared that God might accidently drop it and we would all float around in the emptiness of space.. and die...i was so creeped out!
When my cousin was younger she went to Sunday school for the first time. She had a lot of fun and just had to tell her dad about everything she learned. Imagen his embarrassment when she proudly exclaimed "I LEARNED ALL ABOUT THE JEWS AND GENITALS!"
i used to believe that my mom was born during the time Jesus was alive, and that she knew him very well, because she always said Jesus died for her sins, i thought he had been accused of something she'd done, it wasnt until a year or so later that i found out the truth in church, when they said Jesus died for everyone's sins...lol
I used to believe that people who read the Bible to me considered the stories to be fairy tales.
I used to believe that God looked like the Statue of Liberty.
My friend used to believe that Jesus was a horrible evil man who nailed people to a cross. She got the whole thing rather twisted but was seriously freaked out by the second coming theory. Gah.
When I was a kid, I believed Jesus was a hippie...peace signs and everything..and he sat up in the sky with two other Gods from different religions, and they all had blue jeans on..hence why I thought the sky was blue.
Man what went on in my head..
When I was little, my mom would always tell me the traditional reason for why I shouldn't put my arm out the window: if we went by, say, a street sign and got too close, I could lose an arm.
However, my mother decided to tell me something more, just for that little extra: "That's how Jesus lost his arm."
To mom's credit, I never put my arm out a window again, but I always wondered how Jesus got his arm back to later be crucified on a cross.
I was raised in an Athiest environment, so naturally, I didn't know hardly anything about the Christian religion until neighbours and classmates told me about it. When I was around 4 years old one of my older neighbours explained to me the story of Jesus Christ, saying that he was my saviour and he died on the cross for my sins. Having explained what sins were but not understanding what a cross was, I understood that somebody died on some railroad crossing trying to save me for some bad things I had done. My parents ended up laughing at how upset I got.