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As a child I was terrified of vomiting...especially in public. The only place, besides home, I felt safe was in church, because I knew God would never allow me to vomit in church!
One day as we were leaving church after mass, we saw that someone had vomited on the steps. From then on, I became afraid of going to mass also.
when I was little I used to think that the frankincense smell in a catholic church was from old people wetting themselves on the carpet.
I used to believe that because nuns usually took a different name for religious purposes that priests had to have a religious themed last name. This was due to having a priest named Father Cross. When he was replaced with Father Donahoe, I was stunned. I guess I was expecting something like Father Church or Father Altar.
In the LDS (mormon) faith, when you are baptized a prayer is said and then you are submerged, when i was little i used to think that they put you under the water and said the prayer while you held your breath..it scared me stiff until i witnessed the baptism of my older brother
When I was about 3 or 4, I went to "big church" with my dad. Southern Baptist take communion differently than Catholics - the ushers pass a silver tray of round wafers down each row, followed by a tray of tiny thimble sized glasses of grape juice. Because I had not been baptised yet, my dad did not let me take a wafer or juice. I remember crying the entire way home from church, because he would not let me have juice and crackers like everyone else!
i used to belive that when u were baptized you were sufficated underwater and then brought back to life..... (Reborn)
I wondered why when the eucharist is raised a bell would be rang, so I asked my mom right after it happened one day in mass. She leaned over and whispered in my ear that it meant I had to keep totally still and stop talking. For a couple years, everytime I heard the bell I would freeze. Then when I went to catacism and the teacher asked what the bells represented, I raised my hand and proudly said, "it means you can't move." the whole class just laughed....I didn't even hear the real answer because I was so confused that wasn't the real reason.
When I was in about 5th grade, I read a book in which one of the characters goes to confession. Since I'm not Catholic, I had no idea what that was, and assumed it was something I'd be expected to do when I was older. Well, at least my parents made sure I was clear on all the fundamentals!
when my sister was born 8 years after me and 7 after my brother we decided we were going to have some fun with her as she grew up. so when she was young we told her that you have to be the denomination of the hospital from which you were born. we told her that our dad was a baptist minister because he was born in a baptist hospital, and that since my mom, my brother and me were all born in the same catholic hospital we were all catholic and practiced it when she wasn't around. we told her that she was a methodist and could no longer continue going to our father's church. she threw a huge fit and started crying untill my parents came in and explained the truth.
I used to believe for some strange reason that the money you gave to the offering at church was flushed down some special toilet that would transport the money to where it was needed!
When I would go to church or Catholic school, I would always see the bible chapter and verse notation at the end of any quote or passage, like John 3:16. Because I didn't know any better, I was sure that the little note at the end of the bible verse was the guy who wrote it, and the time he finished. So, in my mind, John would have signed his name, and looking at his digital watch, put down 3:16.
At Catholic mass, I used to believe that the priest would make spikes come out of the seats if you didn't stand up on time. He could also make a giant buzz saw cut your head off if you did not kneel.
I was raised Catholic but just couldn't understand the whole Confession thing when I became old enough to go. My catechism teacher and I had the following discussion.
Me: So I tell the priest what I did, he gives me a penance, and I'm forgiven?
Me: But God already knows what I did, right?
Me: So if I wasn't REALLY sorry for what I did, God would know, right?
Me: But the priest wouldn't know if I wasn't sorry at all, would he?
Teacher: No, he wouldn't.
Me: So if the priest doesn't know if I'm sorry or not but God does, then how am I forgiven just for saying 3 Hail Mary's?
Teacher: Go sit down.
I used to feel bad for the nice ladies in the white hats and black gowns with the cross necklaces because I thought people were calling them 'nothing'. When I learned how to spell, I finally realized they were called "N-u-n-s", not "n-o-n-e-s"
when i was small i always for some reason, used to believe that all muslims wore turbans...
I believed that the offering from church was divided among the churches because the preacher said it was for the Kingdom of God.
And when the congregation would sing "Surely He Bore Our Sorrows" I thought they were talking about my Aunt Shirley.
I also believed that God had no face because of a mural in the baptistry that depicted Him with a blank, shining face.
My mom always told told that you couldn't sew anything on Sunday, it was a sin, and if you did when you got to heaven God would make you pick stiches out of your nose.
I used to believe that the offering I gave as a child weekly at church were directly sent to God. I thought that my Bible study teacher took the offering money to Jesus' grave and placed the money beside Him. I then thought you would see the money float into the sky
In catechism class, we learned that God is a Supreme Being. Except for little Ann, who thought God was a string bean.
I used to belive we were thanking God for being so quick to answer our prayers when the congregation said "thanks be to god", becuase I said "thanks speedy god"