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maybe I needed my ears checked, but when I was little I used to hear people say Jesus and thought they were saying "deedra"
At my old church after offering they used to put the trays under this table. and i never saw anyone take it out. so i had this thoery since all the money goes to god that he would like teleport it up to him after everyone left.
I remember going to church and hearing that lamb of god thing and thinking it was written about Gods pet sheep.
When they used to do the whole collection thing at church I didn't understand that the money went towards the church, I thought the people taking up the collection were tricking everyone into putting the money in the basket and then they'd keep it so they'd be rich.
When I was really little, I always wondered why I got to celebrate Christmas, and Jewish people got to celebrate Hannukah and Christmas....now I know better, lol!!
when people in church shook hands saying "peace be with you", i thought it was "pleased to meet you"!still very friendly person today..
I believed God lived in a specific crack in one of the walls of my church
Being brought up as a Christian, I used to think that Christianity taught people 'good' things eg. don't steal, don't kill, don't lie, while all other religions (Hinduism, Buddism) encouraged these things.
I always wondered why we made donations in church. If god was the creator of everything and had the power to create more why were we sending him our money. I had no idea that the donations actually paid for the church itself. I thought that the money was given to god by the priests.
As a child I believed that God created the world, and Jesus painted it. Hehe, as an adult, it's almost correct! ;)
When I was little and was getting my first communion, they told me Jesus was in the tabernacle (the thing behind the altar where they keep the hoast) little did I know they ment the host was in it, for years I thought Jesus was alive and they were hiding him in there.
I was in a somewhat cool western civ class at a large kansas university. I had recently been converted from catholicism to some sort of wishshy- washshy christian, then a sort of wishshy-washsy agnosticism, The western civ paper that was to be written was on the quran (kuran) whatever. The thesis of the paper was something to the effect of The Quran: The Most Feminist Thing Written To Date 633 (or so) AD. It was fairly easygoing seriously it seems more feminist than any ayatollah will tell you. In my research though one or more of the points I went to the creation story. It is Adam ans Eve. Not really exactly how i once heard it. No rib to prove why man is better than woman. Noah was a lie. Adam and Eve were monkeys and named uhg and tiffni. Moses and Abraham and Jesus and Buddha and Shiva and all of them were maybe smart, probably a little pretentious, and definitely not gods or related to any gods or in contact with any gods. It started to sink in the rib thing was a lie like santa and all of it. After less than 1 minute of research I found out at the age of 20 that women and men have the same amount of ribs.
I used to believe that God used the wind to talk to me: if the wind was blowing on me He was approving of what I was thinking, and a sudden lull in the wind was His signal for me to abandon whatever I was thinking about and start something new. At some point I stopped believing, but I'll probably never get rid of the "oh no" reflex that I get whenever I'm out walking and the wind dies down.
In Romans 3:15 it says "[sinners'] feet are quick to shed blood". I assumed that this meant that if I had been sinful lately and I cut myself, I would bleed more than if I had a clean soul. That was a long time ago, and I'm 26 years old now, but I've never really got rid of the superstition. When I got a sunburn in Florida five years ago my instinctive reaction was that it was divine punishment since I'm usually pretty resistant to sunburn.
When I was about 4 years old, I used to believe that when the preacher pounded his fist on the pulpit it was because someone was talking in church. My brother told me when I talked in church the preacher would get mad an pound his fist on the pulpit. I believed him.
I used to believe that when the choir would sing loudly without music that angels would come down from the sky singing with the choir and take us all away to Heaven. I would get really scared when they did this because I wasn't baptized yet and I knew they would leave me behind.
I used to believe that if you wore jeans to church, God would strike you down with lightening (I still get a little nervous and pause for a second when I walk through the chuch door wearing jeans...)
At my old church, there was a cross behind where the preist stood that had Jesus on it. One day, my mom, dad, and brother were going to be baptized (I wasn't because I had an ear infection). Well, we were standing there, and my Grandpa was next to me. I asked how they did it, and he said they took Jesus off the cross, and nailed people to it. Then, they lowered it into the water. From the on, I was afraid to watch when people were baptized, so I beleived him until i was about 11.
i use to believe that all people who wear glasses were catholic....dont even ask me why???
when i was little i thought god changed my name the first day i went to church