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I used to belive that when it rained, God was taking a bath and water was falling out the side!
The actuall explanation is way less fun....
I thought the Statue of Liberty was god.
I beleived that when you sneezed there was a hole in your soul for that moment which the devil could get through and that was why you had to say "god bless you" so that god could come and fight him.
that we celebrate New Year's because it is the day that Jesus had his brit (circumcision)
When I was a kid I used to think God looked like the salt and shake man(crisps that you put your own salt on); in a little blue packet with a big smiley face on it...
When I was about 4 or 5, I was in Sunday School and the teacher was telling us a watered-down version of the crucifixion of Jesus. She was said that a rabbi hated Jesus and had him killed (by nailing him to a cross, etc). However, being only 4, I thought she said "rabbit" instead of "rabbi," and the first rabbit that I pictured was the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, so for a couple years after that, I thought that rabbits had a personal vendetta against Jesus and that the white rabbit was evil and killed him.
i thought that Devon was heaven, and that when jesus died he went to devon. i was also worried about the short time between Jesus' birth and death and had horrible images of a four month old baby being crucified.
God looked like J.R.R. Tolkien on the back of my father's Lord of the Rings books. He even appeared to me in a dream as a moving chalk portrait, so I knew it must be true!
When I was about 7 or 8, I went to Williamsburg, Virginia for the first time. When we went to the church, I thought the tour guide said "I will be your God" not guide because I wasn't used to the Southern accent. This confused me very much!
When I was little, I always used to picture God like Mr. Clean. Not exactly, but very similar. I remember when I asked my father how God looked, he told me he imagined God to have a long white beard and a few wrinkles, as he would be old wise, and whatnot, and I was shocked, because I always imagined him young, and bald... but like a clean bald, not like a man who lost all his hair already... and I imagines him blue, I guess cuz of the sky... heh, I dunno, I guess Mr. Clean was the closest example I can think of
When I was about four, I went to Sunday School every week. Like most children, had heard the stories of "Baby Jesus" and "Baby Moses". I used to get them confused (almost like they were the same person) because they were both called "Baby." And I always said "Baby Moses" instead of "Baby Jesus" because I liked the way it sounded better!
i used to think that the newly added tar to cover up cracks in the roads was gods hair! My mom had always told me that god was everywhere and everything and so i would freak out when my mom drove on the tar!
When I was young, I knew that God was an important person. I also noticed that a picture of a man with white hair seemed to be everywhere (schools, libraries, and even on money.) I thought "that guy must be important because his picture is everywhere, so that must be God." When I was a bit older I learned that it was George Washington. I still think it's funny that money says "in God we trust."
When I was a little girl I thought God only spoke English. Coming from a Spanish-speaking household, I would pray in Spanish, and then "translate" my prayer back to God.
When I was younger, my best friend told me that anything you say after the word "holy" was what you were calling God. So if you said "holy cow", you were calling God a cow. Growing up a Christian, I didn't want God to think I thought badly of him. So I'd refrain from ever saying the word "holy." It wasn't till my teenage years when I had started to use that word again.
Not mine, but my brother's-
My young brother, when told he was a child of Jesus, began to look terrified and started to panic. When we asked what was wrong, he wailed 'No child of see-sus! I mommy's child!'
Suprisingly, our pastor was the first to laugh.
There were several small holes in the dirt around my house. When I was about 6, I used to brush loose dirt and small rocks into them. When people asked what I was doing, I'd tell them, "I'm throwing stuff down to Hell so it'll hit Satan on the head!"
When I was in first grade in a Catholic school there was Religion class. In the textbook there was a map of Palestine. It was a revelation to me that the places in the Gospel stories were real places and that the events in the Gospel were believed to be historical events. At the age of six I apparently had formed the belief that all religious scriptures were myths.
I remember back in sunday school that if you stomped on the ground you would hurt satan.
I believed that Jesus Christ was the son of the Christ family, i.e., Mary and Joseph Christ.
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