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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.
Before I was able to read well I thought pedestrian crossing signs said presbatarian crossing.
when i was little and would go to church, i would constantly ask my mom, "when is God gonna get here?" thinking that he would literally walk into church and sit down. dunno why i thought that!
I used to believe that when everyone would bless themselves in church that they all had an itch at the same time.
For 2 years we thought my now 7-year-old niece was afraid rp be baptized because she'd been told a priest would pour water on her head. Today we learned the real reason. She thought that being baptized meant you died. My father-in-law told her being baptized meant you got to go to heaven- she thought he meant immediately.
I used to believe that the songs on the radio that you heard playing in the stores were God's CD-player.
when i was 5 i used to believe that church was actually on the clouds and the clouds were all bouncy and i would tell my parent of how wen i go to church that i would do all this crazy stuff on the clouds..
When I was younger, my mother told me that church was "the house of god." For the longest time, whenever I went to church I would wonder where god was and why his house was so weird - it didnt have any bedrooms or anything.
in my childhood,i believed that when people fasted,it was forbidden for them to swallow their own saliva.
When I was young, I used to think that Presbyterians and Pedestrians were the same thing. When my mom would drive by the hospital in our town, there was a sign that said "Pedestrian crossing" and I always wondered why they got a special crossing.
We had 8 kids in our Catholic family, so sometimes I guess my mother got a little tired and lax about Lent rules. Anyhow, we ate pizza on many Fridays, the day of fasting during Lent. So my mother told us, and I grew up believing, that pepperonis were not meat, and thus they were okay to eat, even during Lenten fasting.
When I was in elementary school, I went to a Catholic school where we took "going to church" very seriously. Our church was right down the road so it made it easy for us to walk there as a class almost every week. Our teachers always told us the basics on how to conduct ourselves during a mass. I was always afraid on doing something wrong so I'd do everything that the priest would do. If he'd raise his arms, I'd raise mine. It wasnt until the end of the second grade that one of my friends standing next to me poked my arm to ask what i was doing. She explained to me that i didnt have to copy everything he does, and I remember feeling really horrible after, b/c I was worried that if the priest saw me doing that, that he might've thought i was making fun of him. In reality for as long as i had been going, I didnt know.
I was raised Catholic, and at Easter we'd always hear the stories about the women encountering Jesus after his resurrection. I somehow twisted this into thinking that Jesus came back to life EVERY Easter, and that there was some secret place grown-up women knew about where you could go to meet with him face-to-face.
when i was a kid and i was at mass, i used to believe that the smell of the incense was the smell of the grown ups around me, the smell of their freckles! i know, weird. but in my defence i was a pale kid with almost no freckles so i assumed thats what the smell was. i used to hate that smell.
I went to a preschool at a church and all of the adults kept referring to the church as being "the house of the lord". I assumed it was literally the house of god and started looking for him everywhere in the church. After many days and no sightings I deduced that the lord must be living a very reclusive life in one of the portable building behind the church. I spent most days at recess peeking into these buildings and even had other friends help me look for the lord in a trailer. I never found him :-(
I was raised in the Catholic church, and during mass the priest would say a blessing, and make gestures over the sacremental bread and wine (turning it into the body and blood of Christ).
I believed that since he could do this, he had magical powers (like Gandalf or Merlin) and I wanted those same powers as well, so I would imitate everything he did during mass in hopes that I would also become magical.
This of course horrified my parents, who thought I was being blasphemous!
Since I could no longer follow in unison with the priest at church, I used to secretly practice at home with Kool Aid and potato chips.
Used to believe in religion.
I used to believe in God, the Bible, Jesus and Christianity. Not only believe but I used to tell other people about Jesus. Then I thought about it...I thought about how God created everything, and how he knows everything that will happen before it actually does. Then I realized that if there is a God that he created Hitler knowing what he'd do to all those innocent Jews before he was even born.
Considering this, I no longer believe that there is a God. I now believe that we are born, we live, and we die...and that's all there is to it.
When I was around 9 years old on a Sunday morning my older brother and I was watching a sermon on TV. The pastor told the congregation to turn to II (second) Corinthians. My brother said it was 11 (eleven) Corinthians and stuck to his guns. My dad is a minister so I asked him, why it was called eleven Corinthians he said where in the world I got that information. My brother got his butt spanked. People don't play with the bible.