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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.
I used to believe in God.
I used to believe there is God that watches over all of us and I also believed the stories in Bible were true.
I once asked my dad what Jesus' surname was, and he said it was 'Sinclair'.
I believed it for years!
I kept hearing the scripture where Jesus said, "Even as you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me." I thought it was literal, so that every person I met, like poor people asking for money or even mean people provoking me, were really just Jesus in disguise, testing me to see if I would treat him like I was supposed to.
I remember as a child that "heaven" was in the sky . I swear I saw Jesus in the clouds. I ran to my parents shouting "I saw Jesus, I saw Jesus he's there in the clouds." Then I was told thats only how the clouds look that it was't really Jesus. For some reason it really hurt at the time. Oh well.
I used to believe that God ran the world by computers. He would sit in a room full of computers around him, kind of like a space center, and each human being had it's own computer through which he could control our actions, thoughts, etc...
When i was small my mom told me that God is watching everything we did, so i used to believe that He has a really huge screen with hundreds of camera watching everything everybody in the world is doing. ( I even wonder how He is able to watch so many cameras at once) I didnt know that time the world is a huge place. As far as I know that time the world is the few hundreds of peopple staying in my neighbourhood.
When I was a kid I used to believe that Jesus had no penis (!) since someone of that kind of divinity couldn't be disgraced with having such a 'dirty' part of body. Then, when on religion lession I heard about circumcision of Jesus (I already knew what that meant) I simply stood up and exclaimed: "What do you mean, it couldn't be done on him, how can you even think about Jesus having... that?" to the laughter of whole class, man what an idiot I was!
I used to believe that jeruselem was in florida (where I live) and Jesus was buried somewhere in his tomb and I wanted to find him, well even if it was here his body would've desinagrated, but ya'know
I used to believe that there was some magical person that everyone called God. I heard all these stories of how he created our world and had a plan for all of us. Then when I was old enough, I realized how childish and primitive those beliefs were.
ONE TIME WHEN I WAS LITTLE, I WAS IN INDIAN RIVER, MI. THERE THEY HAVE A CHURCH CALLED "THE CROSS IN THE WOODS", IT HAS ONE OF THE LARGEST CRUCIFIXES THERE. SO I THOUGHT THAT JESUS WAS ACTUALLY THAT SIZE, AND I ASKED MY COUSIN, AND SHE TOLD THE WHOLE FAMILY, THEY STILL TEASE ME ABOUT IT, IT WAS SO EMBARRASING.
my sister never knew who the pope was until she was 12, then she thought he was the guy who went to the grammys
When I was 7 years old, the nun in religious instructions asked the class who lived in the garden of Eden? So I proudly raised my hand and said Adam Beneve. She thought I said Adam and Eve. So she said "Right!" Then she told the story of Adam and Eve and I learned that it wasn't a man named Adam Beneve.
My best friend and I met secretly to dig a hole in between our yards. We were convinced that we could dig down to where Satan lived and tell him that he was stupid and he would stop being mean.
About 2 or 3 feet in to digging the hole, a thunderstorm came, and at the first strike of lightning, we were convinced he was trying to get us so we ran home and didn't go near the hole for weeks.