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I used to believe jesus was a punk, don't ask me why...
My mom asked my 3-yo brother what was wrong as he sat quietly with a puzzled look.
He asked earnestly, "If God is in my heart, does he make it beat, or does he just sit there and watch the blood go by?"
I believed on the Three Kings. We used to leave them grass in a shoe box and water for the camels and they would leave us presents. Until I found the shoe box in te garbage...buuuhuuu
I used to study in a Christian kindergarten and a Christian elementary school. I was told that God knows the sorrow, guilts, happiness...everything of everything of us! At that time, I thought the God "watched" by televisions and our daily lives were broadcast lived through our corresponding television. I was so amazed that God could watch billions of TV at the same time, managing to know every single movement of all his believers.
My family used to tell me that everyone had a piece of Jesus in their hearts. I was certain that I got the foot, and often wondered who got the genitalia.
when i was little, i used to believe that God wad Mickey Mouse
When I was about 5 or 6 and heard about the Holy Spirit, I was really freaked out; maybe I associated "spirit" with ghosts or something. Around the same time, my grandparents had these old G.I. Joes and Star Trek guys, and there was one with black suction cups on his hands. So when I was little, I imagined the Holy Spirit as a fully poseable plastic guy with black suction cups for hands.
When I was a little girl, I imagined God up in heaven with a big book, and for every new day he would turn the page :)
Until about 2 years ago I believed The Lord was in prison at the moment and that's why we had church...to pray for him. Why did I believe this? Because we say "Jesus Christ has risin." I thought it said "Jesus Christ in prison." So I asked my mom why Jesus went to jail. She was confused.
I grew up in an assimilated jewish home. As a young child, I wanted to know more about Judaism and nobody was telling me anything and we were not getting more involved in Jewish life. I used to think that this was because we had to be the level of religion that we were raised in. Thank G-d later I found out different and I'm living a observant Jewish lifestyle!
Because I was told that Jesus lived in my heart, I thought there was a little man (Jesus) who stood directly below my throat, and I would never ever eat anything sticky or swallow my gum because I thought it would land on his head and get stuck in his hair.
I use to believe that angels lived above the clouds so when our family did some air traveling, I wanted to sit next to the window because I wanted to see the angels.
I used to believe that Jesus' disciples rode motorcycles. It just sounded like the name of a biker group.
When I was younger I used to think that God was a genie, my friend told me that he had thought that his priest was the Jesus fella they went on about so maybe things should be better explained in church!
When I was younger, I believed that god could hear everything I say. Like, I would walk around saying: "How are you? Good? I'm so bored." And I'd actually start conversation thinking I was the only person in the world who could communicate with god, and with spirits. So I'd go around telling everyone that I was psychic, and that I went to psychic school. And I thought I could communicate with the non-living spirits by tearing up a leaf into 4 equal parts, and then blowing them into the wind. Man, was I ever dumb back then!
i used to belive the vikings cruseified jesus and that is why everyone hated the sweeds
turns out everybody loves sweeds yay me :)
There's a line in the lord's prayer about Jesus being "crucified under Pontius Pliate". In my 3-year-old mind, "Pilate" became "Pilot", so I always had this image of the Red Baron circling in his bi-plane over the site of the Passion.
It was not until 6th grade social studies that I learned the true spelling of "Pilate", and that "Pontious" is not an adjective
They told me that Jesus was always beside me, so when I sat down in the car, I scooted waaaay over to the side so that Jesus would have a place to sit.
When I was little, I felt really bad for Satan from the Bible. I said to my mom "The devil doesn't seem to be very happy. Maybe if we prayed for him, he wouldn't get up to so much bad things?" She laughed and said, "Maybe."
When I was in lower school I used to brag about how I was related to Jesus... I managed to come to this conclusion because my aunty's brithday is on christmas day! This obviously means that she was Jesus' sister! I never used the ' I will get my brother to beat you up!' Oh no! I was gonna get Jesus on you!