religion: church

WHen i was in third grade we were eating lunch at my public school and one girl went, "Catholics are trying to take over the world! i know because my dad told me!" I, being Catholic, told her that "it wasnt true and i would know because im Catholic"

Also....
sometimes a friend will say they're Christian and ill go, "Me too" and they're like, "i thought you were Catholic" and im like, "Catholics are Christians" and i have to explain to them all about Catholics and Protestents.

Its surprising to hear everyone's beliefs about Catholisism

When I was little at church we could say bible verses in front of everyone for a quarter. I always used to say the shortest verse, "Jesus Wept." It wasn't until I was about 13 or 14, I asked my mom what that meant. She gave me a funny look. The entire time I thought the verse was "Jesus Webbed" !

This isn't really a belief so much as a misunderstanding, really. Anyway, a long time ago, my family was at church on Christmas Eve. We were all holding fake candles with lightbulbs shaped like a candle flame, and the pastor said something like, "Now spread your light throughout the world." My sister looked up at our parents and said, "He's kidding, right? What will we use next year?"

As a Catholic, I hated going to confession when I was little. I could never remember anything wrong I had done or any lies I had told, so I would make something up, promising myself I would confess that lie at the next confession. Always thought I would be struck down for lieing about lieing!

I never really went to church when I was little. Then, in elementary school I made friends with a girl who's parents were in charge of the music at an episcopal church and I started attending with them. I was probaly about 9 years old. Anyway, they always asked me if I would take communion, and I vehemently told them no. Why? Becaue I really thought they were eating the actual body and blood of Christ--a thought I found a little disgusting because, in my mind, it had to have gotten really old and moldy because I knew Jesus lived a long time ago. This concept was further complicated by the fact that I was sure they were going to run out any day because Jesus wasn't fat.

When I was in primary school, one of the local ministers or priests would visit weekly to give religious instruction. When I was about 11, a catholic priest came and talked to us about catholicism. Afterwards, he asked if there were any questions. I stood up and asked "How old do you have to be to become a catholic?" I wasn't embarrassed at the time but I still go red when I think about it now. You see my older sister had converted to catholicism when she was about 12, (and was thinking of becoming a nun) so I thought it must be nearly time for me to do the same.

i used to believe that being christan was a religon by its self like being methodiest. untill i said that one day in sunday school and everyone laughed at me.

When I was small I didn't know the difference between the words 'protestant' and 'prostitute', and thought they meant the same thing- needless to say I caused my mother alot of embarrassment one day when walking past a church.

I remember being told that priests had a direct line to God. In my head I imagined this to be some sort of microphone which was attached to them .
I often wanted to talk to God so after mass i'd go and stand behind the priest and try to talk to God. I didn't want the priest to hear so i'd go and stand close behind him and whisper very quietly in the hope that the 'God microphone' would pick up my transmission.

In my Catholic church, when the priest holds up the bread in wine, bells ring. So I always thought that was god calling us. Then when i became an altar server I found out the truth, that we ring the bells.

You know whats sad? I became an altar server in 6th grade.

All of my family is Baptist. As a child, any time my mother would decide to not do anything again, she would tell me that she was "giving it up for lent". It wasn't until I was 9 and met a Catholic that I realized that she wasn't referring to a trade with dryer fluff.

When I was little I remmember saying to my mother in church 'gods name is Peter' she was curious to know why I thought this and I explained I knew because the congregation always said 'Thanks Peter god'

When i was younger i would go to church with my grandpa, well they always too offerings and said it was for God. So i thought that after Church each Sunday the Pastor would stand there holding the bowl up and the money would fly up to Heaven

At my first confession when I was 7, I couldn't think of anything to confess. So I made up some sins and lied to the priest.

That may well have been the first actual sin I've ever committed.

I did not come from a religious family, so I had no religious studies. I was also Canadian, so I didn't know what the amendments were, but had heard them mentioned a lot.

I always thought the commandments and the amendments were the same thing. So when someone said, "I plead the fifth" I figured they were talking about not stealing.
I never said anything, so was never corrected, and believed this up until teenagehood.

When I was small, I used to believe that behind the altar at church where the priest used to stand was a sweet shop. I became very very jealous and when ever he bent down to kiss the bible, he'd be snaffling sweets from down below. Not surprising when you consider I thought communion was white chocolate buttons and I got really annoyed all my brothers got to have one but I had to wait till I was 8. Huh!