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As a little kid, I believed that the Charlie Dandiels song "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" was about a real event, but too current to have been written about in the Bible. So, one sunday, I asked our preacher about it during the greeting time between sundayschool and church and he explained that it could be possible, but was most likely just a song.
Severial years later, I made a friend who's dad is a preacher and mentioned this to him. We had an interresting conversation that expanded on the possibility, but improbability of the song. Though I no longer believe it to have actually taken place, the fact that 2 preachers from different denomonations were willing to consider it a possibility is something I've always found interresting.
When I was small my parents gave me a savings account at the bank and I used to put away part of my Christmas money every year and watch the interest added up on the book. Just after I learned to read I saw a sign that read. "Jesus Saves!" Thereafter I believed that Jesus also had a savings passbook and collected interest regularly. I can distinctly remember walking up to the bank teller to deposit some Christmas money and when she had noted the addition to my savings account and handed me my passbook I gleefully said, "Jesus saves!" It felt so good to be doing my Christian duty by saving money. This rite was mine until I was ten years old.
When I was young I hated wearing shoes, my mom used to tell us if we went to bed with our feet dirty the devil will come tickle our feet. One night I woke up yelling and screaming cause I didn't wash my feet and fell asleep. Thought the devil was coming but then my mother told me the truth since it just the dog licking my feet.
I used to believe the reason St. Peter crucified was upside down was because the arm parts of the cross broke off.
When I was about 9 My Uncle told me "God is just." I would get upset, asking him to finish his sentence "Just what?!" Since I only knew on definition of 'just'.
He always laughed at my frustration.
When I was younger, my dad always told me God was eternal. Not knowing what "eternal" meant, I thought he said, "God is a turtle." So now, even to this day, I imagine God as a turtle.
I used to believe that the only thing that differentiated Jesus from God is that Jesus had brown hair and a beard and God had black hair in a beard. I also belived that John the Baptist probably looked a lot like my Uncle Steve.
I was in Bible study and my friend Lena asked "Was Jesus Jewish? I didn't know that". And she was 35! Doesn't the Catholic teach anything right?
I used to think it was an article of faith that Jesus never cried when he was a baby. I got this from that line in "Away in a Manger" - "But little Lord Jesus no crying he makes".
When I was little my mum told me Jesus was a real person, I thought she meant is somebody walking around- specificly, I decided Jesus was my Sunday school teacher!
When I was little I though "A Cross" was a mud/tar pit and that Jesus drowned.
When I first heard the story of Mary and Jesus, I felt for a long time that Virgin Birth could truely happen to me, and I used to believe that one night I would just be lying in bed and it would happen, I was afraid of this for a long time
I thought we should love the devil because the devil hates love and therefore would hate the people that loved him. If we hated the devil, well, hate is a bad thing and we'd be playing right into his hand if we hated him.
Loving the devil would really tick him off.
As a child, I thought for a long time that the musical director at our church was the one and only Jesus Christ. He looked just like pictures and paintings I had seen in books. Recently, at a funeral, my cousin's 2 year old child pointed at me with wide eyes and said, "Jesus! Jesus!". I guess I sort of look like Him too.
I came home from school once, threw my school bag onto the chair and announced, 'well mum, I know God's secret!' ... when pressed I proudly told her; 'He has a beard!'
When I was told that 'God is everywhere, on everything and in every corner' I believed that if the light was right you would see the face of a bearded man repeated everywhere on every wall, bit of furniture, tree, car, the dog, and so on, a bit like looking through a kaleidascope...
However, I also had the very same belief about Father Christmas, and wondered for a long time if they were the same man.
As a child, I tried to deduce the meaning of the word "manger" from its context in the Christmas story, but got quite the wrong idea. I had learned that the baby Jesus slept on a bed of hay within a stable, but I was grown before I learned that "manger" referred only to that bed of hay itself. Throughout childhood, I assumed the manger was a much larger area, so that the the stable was within the manger, so I thought, rather than the reverse. I remember, for example, when singing "Away In A Manger", envisioning the "manger" as a large field with the stable at one edge of it. In fact, somewhere in that "manger" (field) was where I envisioned the shepherds watching over their flocks when the angels appeared to tell them of Jesus's birth. Although my idea of the "manger" was a fairly large filed, it was not extremely enormous, so I then thought of the shepherds as having only a rather short walk from where the angel gave them the message to where they found the baby Jesus, in the stable, lying in the bed of hay (which I learned many years later to be the actual manger).
In preschool, we sang a song about Jesus, and I thought God would get sad. After all, Jesus was his only son, and he died on the cross! I vividly remember a picture in my mind of God, who was bawling his eyes out, looking at a crucifix. He looked like a guy with a beard, and he had a tophat.
When I was ten years old, I firmly believed in god and I thought he controlled all of the weather on earth. I also believed that if you are a good person, you will go to heaven when you die, but if you are a bad person, you will go to hell. When I was told the truth about Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and Tooth Fairy when I was twelve, I quickly stopped believing in god and that there was a heaven and hell. I thought "If Santa is not real, then why would god be real?"
I went to a Catholic school, and right before Easter in the 4th grade we watched a movie about the crucifixion of Jesus. I was absolutely terrified because when they hammered the nails into his wrists, the kid next to me said "Ohhhh.." and made an "ouch" face. I took that to mean that any time someone hurts the inside of your wrist, you'd die. I guarded my inner wrists nonstop for the next few months.
I also thought that the guy playing Jesus really did die in the movie. That he was such a strong Christian that he thought it was worth giving up his life to show the story of what happened to Jesus. I was awfully uneasy about this, and it seemed morbid that we were watching it in school.