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I used to believe that when the sun was shining as it rained, the devil was beating his wife
My Grandma use to tell me that when it was thundering that Jesus was bowling and got a strike. She also told me that when it was raining out that she Jesus was sad today.
i used to belive that when it rained god was peeing and when it thundered he was farting!!!
I used to believe that black and white animals i.e, pandas, penguins, zebras, white tigers, etc. were the ones God had forgotten to color in his coloring book.
I used to believe that Jesus was buried in the cemetery near my house and actually once went there to look for his gravestone.
That nuns had no feet. I lived next door to a convent and as a 4 or 5 year old, when they walked by my house in their flowing black habits, they all seemed to be floating past, not walking like other people did.
I used to believe that when it was raining, God was crying.
When I was little I used to believe in God - imagine!
When I was little, my mom and my Sunday School teachers always told me that Jesus was in my heart and in everyone else's. One day I asked my mom how they separated Him into such tiny pieces in order to get a part of Him inside every single person in the world. She looked at me like I was insane before clearing up the confusion. :-P
I used to believe God had a bag of sugar like substance and sprinkled it on Earth.
We live in the city and when my son was about 7, the sirens around the city went off for their monthly tests to make sure they were all working. "This is a test of the severe weather alert...this is just a test", well my son was outside playing when it went off and ran inside the house and told me and my husband that "God was talking outside", it was the cutest thing ever.
As a little kid I had a book called "Bad Nose Bill" and for some reason I thought that God looked like him (you can find pictures on Google image search). To this day when I picture God in human form I tend to automatically picture him with a wide-brimmed hat
I used to believe that Jesus lived in the bathtub drain in my parents' bathroom.
No reason why. I guess he liked it.
I did strongly believe that the road I walked on must have also been walked on by Jesus when he was on earth and going round on his travels. And I even tried to walk in such a way that I thread exactly on his footsteps. I just did not understand at a young age that something that was in place in the here and now - like that road - was not there 2000 years ago.
When I was little during a discussion about god with my mother she told me that "god is everywhere"
I became extremely concerned and asked her, "so if I step on the grass do I hurt god?"
I found out pretty early that there was no such thing as santa or the tooth fairy so I thought that God was just another made up story to make me behave.
This didn't go over too well since my grandpa's a preacher.
I was raised Protestant and was always scared of those ladies in black and white. I thought they were called "Numbs". That belief went on for quite awhile!
I used to belive that God looked like Ms. Clavel from the animated show "Madeline". Hahaha. Iloved that show.
when i was young i would picture God as a young man with a purple jumper with a white capital letter G on the front that stood for God, and he had a dark brown bowel cut. i dont know where that image came from though.
I remember a sermon in which the minister said: "When I was a little boy, sometimes I would wake up and find the world so quiet and still, I thought that maybe the Second Coming of Christ had been and gone, and left me behind. So I would sneak into my parents' room, and see if they were still there. If they were, I knew it was all right. I never looked into my sisters' room, because I thought it would be touch and go with them."
As I said to him after church, "You must have had a terrible conscience."