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i used to be scared of churches because i had dreams of being trapped in one, and i thought that people a part of the church would come out and take you away if you didint come every sunday.
When I was little I thought that Catholic reffered to people who followed the Catholic faith, and Roman Catholic was a Catholic who dressed in historical clothing, such as armor, helmet, etc. I thought they drove chariots, like how an Amish person drives a buggy.
When I was little to keep me from going to the bathroom during church sermons my grandmother told me the men who stood in the back had the job of spanking children who tried to go to the bathroom during the preaching. I didn't know they were just ushers and I believed this. One day I almost peed my dress. My grandma told me to go to the bathroom and I burst into tears. I didn't want a spanking! She had to drag me to the bathroom. Guess she realized telling me that wasn't the best thing to do...
Our grade 2 class did First Communion, and all the girls and boys walked down the aisle in church in pairs. I assumed that the boy I was partnered with was the one I was supposed to marry later on.
I used to think if you drank holy water you would live forever
I was raised Catholic. I went to church and knew that, because i believed in Christ, i was called a Christian.
I used to think that the Jews were the people who believed in Judas. I actually thought that until i was about 12.
When I first moved to Idaho, I had no idea that LDS was a religion. When a new neighbor girl asked me if I was LDS, I thought she meant the Drug LSD. Needless to say I freaked out because I thought she was giving it to me or something.
When I was a kid, I just assumed we were Mormons and went to a Mormon church service. The once or twice a year when relatives got together, the 'old folks' would talk about this or that relative being a Mormon or belonging to the Mormon side of the family. Wasn't I confused when one day I overheard Mom talking on the phone, telling whoever it was that we attended the Presbyterian church. And wasn't she surprised when at dinner I said with a puzzled look, "Mom, I thought we were Mormons?" A light of understanding clicked on when, after 9 adults and 1 big brother finally quit laughing, Mom said, "Honey, that's a family name - Moorman."
When I was a little Catholic girl, I knew there were Catholic schools and public schools, so I thought there were two religions, Catholic and "public." When I met a new friend, I asked her, "Are you Catholic or public?" As you can imagine, that got me strange looks.
When I was around 11, I was very interested in other religions. I went to Catholic Mass with my friend and was very upset that they had statues in church pray to Saints! It says right in the 10 commandments "Thou shalt have no other gods before me". I was sure that God was angry about their misguided prayers and they would all go to Hell!
i always thought in pictures God looked like Santa Claus. Once i told my friend what i thought she said, "Maybe God is Santa Claus!"
I used to believe that my cats were catholic. You know how catholic people do the sign of the cross thing, where they like touch their forehead, and their heart, and their shoulders (or however they do that). Well my cats lick their paws, and touch over their heads with it. When they licked their paws I thought they were trying to touch their hearts, and then their forehead,(but they can't touch their shoulders with their paws), so they did a partial cross. Why else do they call it CAThoLIC(K).
in church, where they say "let us proclaim teh mystery of faith. christ has died, christ is risen, christ will come again." I thought they said "christ has dies, christ is PRISON."
and that kinda threw me off, cuz like i didn't want to go to church and then have 2 go to prison.
i've never been to church, but, when i was younger, i used to ask one of my neigbours if they could come out. But they always said, sorry, we have to go to sunday school. I thought, ooohhh, those poor people have to go to school on sunday, life must be bad for them.
Sometimes my family and I used to go to my dad's childhood church for special occasions, instead of our usual one. There was a door behind the altar with a fancy iron gate, and when I asked my dad what was in there, he said that was where Jesus was. But unlike a lot of beliefs I've seen on here, I did not feel like that church was special to have Jesus living in it; I was actually kind of creeped out. Why did they have to keep him behind a gate instead of letting him out to see everyone? I ended up deciding that maybe it was not Jesus in there at all, but an angry spirit that had to be kept away from us. Or if it was Jesus, maybe HE was angry about something somebody at the church had done and was locked up so he wouldn't take revenge in public.
Recently I went back to that church and it has been remodeled to look entirely different. The door is gone and just a blank wall is there now. I might think I had imagined that door if not for the vivid memories of all the time I spent as a kid staring at it in wonder and horror during mass.
In our church, a layperson would say the final prayer aloud while we all bowed our heads and closed our eyes. For years and years I thought the preacher did something magical, because when the prayer was over and we opened our eyes, he had moved from the pulpit to the back of the church. I didn't figure it out until one day when I was brave enough to open my eyes during the prayer and I saw him walk down the aisle with his eyes wide open!
ok as a kid i always went to church on sundays and one time we sat in the very back where alll the screaming babies were because my mom had just had my new sister sarah. and there were these stairs (tht i now know lead up to the balcony) in the back close to where we sat. i always used to ask my dad to take me up there but he never would and i thot tht there must be a very good reason for this. soo i started to believe that tht was the church attic with dusty old statues and that there was a door in the very back and behind that door is where God kept hell and my dad wldnt take me up there because he didnt want me to accidentaly go to hell.
every sunday wen i was a little kid my parents made me go to church and we would sit in the front pew. from the front pew u got a full veiw of the alter and there were some rocks placed next to this saying carved into the wall. i used to believe that jesus's body was underneath them and i thot our church was very special because we got to keep jesus's body.
i never paid attention in church
Well-actually this was in my synnaguge. I was about 5 or 6 and there were these stained glass windows on the walls featuring the Jewish holidays and the twelve tribes of Israel. Well there was the one of Joseph-which is represented by a tree, and because the tree had sphere shaped fruit of green, pink and purple (dispite not being an evergreen) I concluded that it was a Christmas tree. So I happily shouted "Mommy, Christmas tree!" and she told me to shush.
I still find this to be delightfully funny.
I never really knew much about religion outside of mine (catholic). So I used to think that if a person was Christian, they were either Catholic or "other" I had know idea about the other, though.