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wgen I was in kindergarten catholic school I haf just learned about ccd. it was like a thing where you go once a week to learn about god. before I started it me and my friends thought that ccd was this evil group of kids who would come into the school at night and ruin it. because our desks had been drawn on. when my mom told me I was going to start ccd i cried. it waas so funny
When I first heard of the Pope I misheard it as The Poke, apparently he was above even Kings. That fitted because he had a taller crown than was ever seen on a King.
He was called the Poke because he carried this big staff thing and if anyone, even our King, contradicted him he'd poke them in the eye with it.
As a Catholic, I heard a lot about this "virgin" Mary. Not knowing what the word virgin actually meant, I assumed it referred to sainthood. When I was around 7-8, I went around telling everyone that I really wished I was a virgin, but that it was too hard and I wasn't disciplined enough.
I never understood why they looked so shocked.
I used to help out in a 2nd grade Hebrew class that was way out of control. The teacher asked the class if anyone knew when we celebrated Shabbat and one of the boys raised his hand and said "December."
When I was ten I asked my mother if she was a Catholic or a Prostitute.
my mum went to a catholic school run by nuns and told me that when she used to think there were three kinds of people - males, females and nuns, because they wore the full on outfits with habits and everything back then, so she never realised they were women. im not sure where she thought priests fitted in...
When I was in junior high, I was asked to be an acolyte at church. That meant walking behind the pastor and lighting the candles at the start of the service, and then extinguishing them at the end. There was a special robe I got to wear, which meant that after the service, I would follow the pastor to his office where we would hang our robes back up in the closet. He was chatting with me, and taking his robe off (fully clothed underneath, of course). It was the first time the thought crossed my mind that 'Pastor Ed' was a regular person. I was disturbed by the thought that he went home and ate dinner, watched t.v. and yelled at his kids just like everyone else.
Don't get me started on the time when I walked into the church kitchen and saw a big, industrial size bag of wafers from some warehouse store, and realized that they were the 'body of christ' I was given at communion.
I was very shy in my 4th grade catholic classroom. One day the teacher was describing the religious feast of pentecost and she asked if anyone knew what this was called. Being extremely shy I would only answer a question when i was one hundred percent convinced i was right. To the shock of my teacher, i raised my hand and proudly blurted out "the holocaust". i dont think anyone else knew what it meant but judging by the "No - God NO!" we all knew it was bad. She never explained it and i always thought twice about answering questions in class after that.
When I was growing up in rural Iowa, there was a set of three large, decorative crosses by the side of the road on the way to town. I thought that they were archaeological remnants of the ancient times during which they used to really crucify people. (In ancient Iowa.)
when I was little I thought that everyone was the same religion.
Anyway I'm Roman Cathiolic, and before Easter we have this thing called Lent, and we don't eat meat on Fridays. One Friday When I was in second grade my best friend started to eat a balongna sandwhich and I nearly tackled her...I was screaming, "What are YOU DOING?? That's a baloney sandwhich! It's meat!" Needless to say she was very confused and freaked out. It turned out she was a Baptist!
My 4th grade daughter recently spent the night with her friend who is a member of the Church of of Latter Day Saints. She then went with their family to church the next day.
Upon returning home the next day, and knowing that her father grew up in this church (not practicing now though) she asked him,
"Daddy, where you do YOU keep your Book of Norman?"
We are bad parents and still haven't told her the correct name.
i used to think that it was god ringing the church bells... no one told me otherwise...
We never went to church growing up, nor were we religious, but all my friends did, so I heard about God. I always imagined God reading a story, and we were just the characters in his mind. When the book was finished everything just ended, or a new world would be created by a new story with new people. So I assumed that when we die that is it, we no longer exist.
When I was young, I used to believe that the money put into collection plates at church was actually sent to God; that after the church service was over, the pastor would go outside and leave the plate behind the building, and God would come and get it once everybody left. Didn't realize until some time later that the church itself used the money.
I grew up Catholic, and there is one part in the Mass when the line "Jesus, Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world" is sung. When I was a little girl, I misheard this. I thought it was either "cents" as in pennies. This made perfect sense to me, because we always passed the offering basket around and put money in it.
In Sunday school. we were once taught to recite the phrase "the vicarious atonement of Jesus Christ". Once when it came my turn to repeat that, I couldn't quite think of the word "vicarious". The closest word I could come up with was "vituperous". So I said "the vituperous atonement of Jesus Christ". But I don't know why it should really make a bit of difference what I said then, as I was utterly clueless as to what either "vicarious" or "vituperous" meant.
when i was little my mom asked me if i knew where god was. when she asked i ran out of the room thinking that god was missing and i was being blamed for it. now my dad tells that story all the time when he preaches at church.
I used to believe that all nuns were men when I was 4 years old.
I used to believe that I was Christian, even though I'm Jewish and I went to a Jewish day school and I speak Hebrew.
Going to parochial school from 1st-4th grade I used to believe kids who attended public school didn't believe in God. Nevermind that I attended kindergarten in public school.
It wasn't until I attended public school in the 5th grade and I met a kid who I saw in church every Sunday that the belief changed.... I still remember asking him "Hey what are you doing here?!"