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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.
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.