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When I was little, my sunday school would tell us God was always watching. I would always insist my mom hold a towel in front of me while I was on the toilet, because I didn't want God to see me pee.
At the end of church service our pastor always said, "Go in peace, serve the lord." To which the congregation would reply in unison, "Thanks be to god."
I always thought it was because we were all glad it was over.
In the town I grew up in there was a festival every year in honor of Saint Anthony. Seeing that my name is Anthony, I always thought that they were celebrating me. Every time I would go ride the rides I thought people were there for me.
When I was little, my dad told me that God was in church with us. Our church guitar player was a guy with a grey beard, so I thought he was God.
I used to believe that the Sun was one of God's eyes and the Moon was his other eye.
when i was little, I used to think that after church, that people would take the offering plates full of money outside and hold it up and all the money would fly to heaven and God.
When I went to Church when I was little, I used to believe that the vicar was Jesus and I was really scared of him. My Sunday school teacher tried to convince me he wasn't Jesus, and I went, "He'll know you said that."
when i was little i thought that god was watching us like we were a tv show and recording everybodys lifes
When I was a kid, I believed that bible school was "beauty school", and called it that all the time.
growing up in the catholic church, the altar boy, who happened to be my brother who when the priest wasn't watching would try and do a full circle with the burning incense. and being a younger little sister i was really jelouse because i thought God liked him better and would want him to be in heavan more that me because he could crazy do party tricks like that.
I never used to understand why people at church would talk about saving sinners, and being saved, because, for some reason, I was under the impression that people were bad because they wanted to go to hell, so they could do all the evil things they wanted. I didn't understand that there were other factors. That's probably why the whole "lead me not into temptation" thing didn't sense to. I thought people were evil because they liked to be evil
One time when I couldn't read very well and went by a church called "Church Of Christ" I thought it said church of thirst and I thought you could go there to get a drink if you were thisry!
For the longest time I thought Catholic and Christian were the exact same thing.
I grew up southern Baptist and was somewhat astonished to learn that as a Baptist, I was also considered a Protestant. I had heard the word before, but got it confused with Presbyterian. Not being a Presbyterian I simply didn't think about it.
(I'm pagan now, btw, lol.) - Although I did make a point to go about my day wearing orange last St. Patrick's day... Yeah, I'm a dork.
When I was a kid, my mom told me that us Christians relive Easter every year, and I took it very literally. I thought that Jesus was recrucified every year, and I silently wondered why nobody tried to save him.
I used to believe that God looked like an enormous version of "Woody" from the Toy Story series.
When I was about eight years old, myself, my parents and my twin brother were in the car on the way to some family outing or other. We drove past a huge mormon church and I asked my mother what it was. She told me that is was a mormon church and my idiotic, eight year old mind equated mormons with moomins. Until I was twelve I thought mormon churches were places where big, white marshmellowy creatures congregated.
I used to believe that mountains were giant camels that God put under the earth.
Being raised Christian, I was always told "Jesus is in your heart". I used to believe that he was trapped inside my heart, and was banging on the walls of it to get out, and that's why my heart would beat.
I used to believe that the money they collected in the offering plates at church were put in a special portal and sent up to God.
Up until I was 6 years old, my family lived in Easton, Pennsylvania, which is right next to a little city called Bethlehem. I went to preschool at a church, and after all of the Jesus stories I heard, not once did an adult ever make sure we understood that the Bethlehem in these stories is not the same as the one down the road. So I went for a great period of my early childhood believing that I was walking on the same ground as Jesus did 2000 years ago.