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Growing up in an agnostic household, I heard the Christmas story before I heard of any more of Jesus' life, and for some reason I didn't grasp that he grew into an adult. I was very confused to hear about everything he did later and pictured all the miracles being performed by a baby in a blanket.
My father told me this recently.
Me and my sister were having a conversation whether or not Jesus existed.
And then my sister said: "Let's ask santa claus because he's real!"
I grew up near Bellingham, Washington. When we went there for the first time I was very eager to know where in town Jesus had been born.
When I was little, my dad told me B.C. meant "Before Christ" and A.D. meant "After Death." This led me to think that the original dates of Christmas and Easter happened within a year of each other. I thought the reason Jesus was so magical and powerful was that he grew to be an adult in under six months!
I used to think that my priest at church was God because he wore a robe and was bald and that is how I always thought God looked. He was also my piano teacher's husband so I was really surprised when I would go to piano lessons at God's house.
I thought that the Vicar who came to my primary school every now and then was God. My mum didn't even bother to correct me!
Growing up in a non-religious household, as a little kid, I'd sometimes see ads for religious counseling numbers on television. I somehow got the impression that these were numbers with which to directly call God on the phone.
I used to think God would be angry with me for not believing in him and when I remember i'd whisper that I was sorry.
when ı was little ı used to think that minaret was god and somewhat later ı learned that we could not see the god now whenever ı remember that ı just laugh
When I was a child I used to believe that The God was one of the clouds in the sky so every time I looked up at the sky I tried to identify which one He was
I used to think Santa Clause was the Holy Spirit. I always heard more about the Holy Spirit around Christmas and you couldn't see spirits or Santa. I found out later in life that a friend of mine also had that same belief!
As a kid I was told that 'Jesus is greater than all of us'.. So I went home and asked my mom if Jesus really was bigger than George (this really tall man in our neighborhood)
I used to believe that when you are good, god loves you and gives as an exchange to you a better life, I use to believe that u shouldn't judge people, that u should treat everyone as equal, because the only one who can judge them and say what is wrong and what is right is god. I still believe these things, i still believe in the innocents i have and i wish everyone could think with this way..
I used to believe that Satan was a snake that lived in the crack between my wall and my bed! If I didn't face the crack, he would come get me. To this day I'm still more comfortable sleeping on my left side!
when I was little I was told that God sees evreything you do and hears everthing you say so you better be a good girl.And I can remember one night when my mother was giving me a bath and I asked if God can see me naked and she said no I am sure he turns his head. well she had a hard time getting me to believe that so I would get her to put the shower curtain around us while she bathed me and I would make her give me a towel before I would get out form behind the curtain.I was never worried about being seen misbehaving.
I used to believe that the Pope lived in an aeroplane. Because whenever you saw him on TV he was getting out of an aeroplane. I even drew a picture of the aeroplane in my First Communion book under the heading "where the Pope lives" and none of the nuns at school bothered to correct me.
One time I asked my mom who Jesus was, and she said "He was a good man". To me a "good man" was someone who wore a business suit and carried a briefcase, so that's how I pictured Jesus for a long time.
My sister used to (might still) believe that she knew what Jesus's surname was. She thought it was Christ, which also lead to her thinking that it was his parents surname too!
I used to believe that God was the light rays shining through the clouds.
When I was a child, I used to believe that God was a giant man with black hair, wore a red jumper and sat at his giant desk with he's giant computer which had all different buttons! For rain, sunshine, thunder and lightening ect!