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When I had chicken pox, I went to the zoo one day. And there was a lion standing majestically in its own little island surrounded by a moat.
For a moment I thought the lion was Aslan. So I began doing the a-salamaya reverence to it- but quickly realized that it was a regular lion and not Aslan.
If you want to find out why is this belief in the Religion Characters category, read The Chronicles of Narnia.
I don't know why, but when I was little, I tough Jesus was from England.
As a child I believed that to be considered nice people had to pretend to believe in some imaginary things. These included Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Stork who brought babies, Jesus and God. I don't think I was a little skeptic, but I didn't believe any of the above were real. I just thought those were things that nice people pretended were real. I was in college before I found out that there was an historical Jesus, and I was absolutely astonished.
When I was younger, I asked my mother ' does anybody live in the clouds? ' and she replied with 'yes,God does.' So it began that everytime I seen the clouds, I would wave to them and wonder if God could see me. When a day came that there were no clouds, I began to cry because I thought he moved away.
I used to believe that God and Jesus were the same person
My favourite childhood religious belief comes from my mom's First Grade students, as it was apparently disproven on the playground: "I asked my grandma - Cupid's not the son of God; Jesus is!"
I used to think that spelling "G-d" instead of "God" (as per Orthodox Jewish practice) was insulting, as it implied that you didn't care enough about God to spell his name correctly. I marched myself up to the rabbi, full of righteous indignation, and demanded that he fix it so it wouldn't say "g'duh"
Growing up in West Virginia, my mom's friend and her siblings used to run across abandoned mines b/c the rumblings of built up carbon gas they heard was thought to be the devil trying to reach up and pull them into the mine below!
Whenever I saw the movie Joseph and the Amazing Technocolor Dreamcoat, it showed the pharoe dressed like Elvis at one point and singing like him. (This was a joke because they called Elvis the King and whatever). I really thought that in real life Elvis was the pharoe and that this didn't take place in the biblical times, but when my parents were kids.
I used to believe that Joseph of the OT and of the NT were the SAME dude.
Man, talk about being OLD!
This old Polish lady used to babysit me. One day I was at the kitchen table eating Spaghetti-O's and swinging my legs back and forth and she said in this really eerie voice, 'When you do that, you're swinging the devil. And the angel on your shoulder is crying.'
I'm 35 now and am still scared to swing my legs.
i used to think heaven, jesus et al. literally lived in the clouds and when i went to visit my grandparents i would stare out of the plane window looking for heaven...
I remember listening to my grandfather read the Bible to the family on a Sunday evening when we visited and he read from the book of Exodus. As a child about 5 years old, I really struggled to listen close and pay attention to the reading. My attention was caught when he told of God traveling with the Israelites in a cloud. Against a bright blue background, I pictured a greenish storm cloud, but the cloud was way up high, so it was small, like a gherkin. You see, I thought my grandfather had said God rode in a "pickle cloud", not a "pillar cloud." I'm over 30 years old and all of this time I've had that weird little cloud picture in my head all of this time, not having any idea why until I read through Exodus just the other day.
I used to think that the small sheep on a picture my mam had of jesus birth in the stable was "Worthy" the lamb. This was due to the part of the catholic mass that goes "Worthy the lamb of God, who takes aways the sins of the world. Blessed are we who are called to his supper."
When I was little, I used to think God looked like a Bearenstein bear -- like papa bear, and that Jesus looked like brother bear. I don't know where I got this impression, somehow a crossover of two different literatures I was exposed to as a child. But for a long time when I heard "God," I'd think of a two-dimensional brown bear with a hat and overalls.
When I was young I remember the vicar telling us "Jesus died so that everyone else may live", but he didn't explain how exactly this worked. So I imagined the devil holding a gun to Jesus' head saying "Right Jesus, either I shoot you or I shoot everyone else on this planet."
This also meant that I didn't understand why everyone made such a big deal about his "sacrifice", since it was the obvious choice.
When I was about 9 years old I thought that when I blew bubbles, and they popped in different places on my driveway that I was an angel or a a saint sending new babies to be born all over the world. I even made a little map out of chalk to mark where the babies landed. But if they popped in the air, the mother had had a misscarriage. I felt horrible for all the babies that "died" and i later held small funerals for them.
I attended a convent from ages 6-10. One day, when i was 7 one of the nuns was showing us a video about jesus. We got to the part where baby jesus was laid out on a table, surrounded by bearded men, on wielding a knife. As it dramatically flashed across the screen, accompanied by a piercing cry and followed by the baby jesus sobbing his guts out. I, distressed, asked the nun what they were doing to the poor little baby. She told me they were carving a "J" in his leg for jesus.
Outraged at this shoddy treatment, i told everyone i met about this travesty for years, until someone filled me in on the practice of circumcision.
I used to believe that Jesus was born on Dec. 25 and died on the following Easter -- which meant that he was only a few months old when he died. Somehow, he became adult and did all those miracles in between. (I guess I thought it was just one more miracle!)
When I was 4 or 5 my parents got me some kind of tape about The Prodigal Son. I was terrified of watching it because I thought it was the "The Prong Son" and was about a kid with a sharp prong who killed everyone. I'm 10 and I still don't want to watch it.