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I used to belive that God and Santa where the same person!!!!!!
My little brother was learning the Lord's prayer for his First Communion, and misheard the "hallowed be thy name" part as "Howard be thy name". Our school bus driver was named Howard. He told me later that he used to feel sorry for all the other kids who weren't lucky enough to have God driving them to school like we did.
When I was little I refused to believe that the words God and Father were synonmous, this was sort of odd as I went to preschool at my church and I even remember having an argument with my friend over it. She insisted that God was my father while my 3 or 4 year old self knew that my dad was not God, especially since his name was not God but John.
When I was a kid, I thought all bishops moved diagonally.
When I was young I was convinced that Henry Kelly, an Irish television presenter and radio DJ, was God. Or at least, God look an awful lot like him.
I used to picture God as looking like Casper the Ghost with glasses.
When my cousin was about 4 years old, he thought that if you dug down deep enough, you could reach the devil. We were all under the impression that we could kill the devil with a water hose because he was made of fire. So he started digging with his little shovel, and had the water hose ready for when he reached him.
When I was young, I got a shovel and started to dig a hole. I wanted to dig a hole deep enough that I could stand in and hide without anyone seeing me. After I dug the hole, I got in it.
As I was standing in the hole I became scared because I thought I had dug deep enough for the devil to grab my leg and drag me into hell.
My sister used to get very confused at Christmas. She thought the Virgin Mary was actually the vegetarian Mary. She couldn't understand what was so special about this. She even sang all the carols like this i.e The vegetarian mother and child.
When I was four or five, I use to like digging in the dirt.. like most kids. Anways, one day this kid told me that this red dirt/clay I had come across while digging out on the playground... was part of the Devil's chest.
I was terrfied to dig after that.
I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.
i don't know if you're gonna know what i'm talking about, but you know those filters that used to float around pools not those stationary ones that were built into the side, the ones that would float around the pool...yeah well anyway, i used to think that's what god would look like...GOD: a blue pool filter with a string hanging down off of him floating in the sky... it was marvelous
when i was little i had a doctor who was bald i thought this was the strangest thing in the world but for some reason when ever i thought about god i thought of a bald guy i related saving live and dieng to hospitals so that were that came from but then i started thinking "maybe gods a doctor and every one on earth is in a coma" and when you die god is acctually a dr. who saved you i was 8 and agnostic now but i still think that if god is real thats how it works
I used to think God and Godzilla were the same guy. I was very confused about why people seemed to like God so much, and also about how such a huge monster could stay in the clouds and not fall down and squish us all.
My mother, a kindergarten teacher, asked a kid in class to explain his drawing: a nativity scene inside an airplane. He said it showed Mary and Joseph on The Flight to Egypt. And the guy in the cockpit was Pontius the Pilot.
I think I was about six when I asked my mother after Sunday school one morning why they kept crucifying Jesus every year on Good Friday. I mean, after all, they knew he was going to come back to life three days later! He'd been doing this every year for almost 2000 years now...
We would often visit my grandparents in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania (home of Bethlehem Steel) at Christmas time. One year, while we were en route, I asked my mom, "Can we visit the stable where Jesus was born this year?" When she explained that Bethlehem was not *the* Bethlehem, my mind was totally blown.
In addition, there are many Moravians in that area of the and Moravians have a beautiful traditional Christmas decoration. It's a large illuminated multi-point star that hangs from porches or windows. My grandparents had one. I assumed that their star was, in fact, the Star of Bethlehem.
I used to believe that there was an omniscient, invisible man in the sky who would answer my prayers. I used to believe that a man died for my sins and rose from the dead.
I thought that Jesus and the bible were real, but they are really just silly bronze ages myths.
I used to believe in God.