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I thought that God looked like the Statue of Liberty.
Sometimes God looked like Rafi, the children's singer, and sometimes like Ella Fitzgerald.
Before geography really sank in at about nine, I used to think that Jerusalem was in South America somewhere, most often Chile as that was the one South American country I knew. I thought that Jerusalem had to be this big expansive place and everything in Europe was taken. My parents were rather confused at my versions of Christmas and Easter.
I used to believe that Catholics were not allowed to eat pistachio ice cream. Where did I get this silly idea? I was brought up in a strict Catholic household -- with lots of aughts and naughts. In my young mind, anything my mother DIDN"T like, was "anti-Catholic" or not allowed.
Wehan I was little I used to confuse Jesus with God with Santa Claus.
I used to not know who Jesus Christ (i Dint even know he was a person) and thought his name was pronounced "Cheeses Christ". I believed that Cheeses Christ was a cheese and also something you sa ywhen you get mad. I could never figure out why someone would talk about Cheese when they are mad.
When I was little I always got nuns and brides confused. I couldn't remember which wore black and which wore white. When I would see a group of nuns, I would wonder if it was a group of brides together going someplace to get married.
I grew up Jewish. Until I was about 10, I believed that everyone who wasn't Jewish was Catholic.
When I was little i used to think that angels lived in clouds. So when the weatherman said Sunny with no clouds, i got worried that nobody would be there to protect me.
I used to belive God would give me superpowers if I was good and polite : ).
He never gave me superpowers...
Since then, I don't believe anymore : |
I used to believe that Jesus was crucified every year and that it was something you could go see - like a festival.
In angels. Once, in the middle of the night, when I was about 6, I couldn't sleep. I went to the steps and sat down. In my bleariness, I was sure that I saw 2 ethereal angels floating just below the ceiling. It was reassuring.
I was raised Catholic and when I was little my mom told me that I had to be good because Jesus was everywhere watching me... so I always pictured multiple Jesus's in every space of every room... little Jesus's sitting on tables and chairs and counters, big Jesus's standing on every inch of the floor, and huge Jesus's everywhere outside... I just figured they were invisible and like ghosts and thats why we couldnt see them.
I used to believe gay was a religion. One time at the beach when I was 5, my older cousin called me gay. I was confused, never having heard the word before, and responded, "I'm not gay. I'm Christian."
i always believed other religions(besides christianity) were based on helping others, just had different names, and were all accountable to the same "god".
-also believed all christians worshiped christ, the homeless public speaker, not currency
I used to think that when my parents and everyone else at church told me that Jesus loved me, that it was romantic love. I was afraid to go to church because I didn't feel the same way and didn't want to hurt Jesus's feelings.
as a 5 year old in kindergarden, all off a sudden we all went to the window and we saw a cloud fly by - it was pretty windy too, so it passed quite quickly. all the kids kept saying "look, god is sitting on the cloud!!"... i joined in, but always wondered where they saw him...
also, when it was raining, i thought god was peeing. i only believed that for a little while, cuz he must have a very big bladder for it to rai throughout the night!
When I was young I used to believe that there was an all knowing all seeing being. who created me and everyone else. This being also watched everything that went on and felt that he should tell everyone what to do.
When I was really little my mother told me that Jesus was in everything. Of course, I interpreted that as meaning that he made up the mass of all things, such as the inside of the walls, and that's how he knew everything a person was doing and whether they were sinning. When I was about 7 or 8, I cut my arm on a rock, and a layer of my skin was coming off. I was really scared because I was unaware that people had "layers" of skin, and I convinced myself that I had found Jesus. I tried to peel of the rest of my skin so I could meet Him, and apologize for all my sins and that he had to live inside of me, but it was too painful and I gave up. Then I started to cry because I was worried Jesus would be mad at me because I couldn't free him from my skin.
I always thought that heaven was in the sky, so whenever I go on an airplane, I always try looking for God. I kept yelling, "God! Are you there?!" But then I went to religion school, and I found out that you need to be dead to see God. Well, I didn't let myself die!