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Because we lived close to the church my family attended, I always thought that people everywhere went to whatever church was closest to them -- kind of like school districts but for churches.
Every Sunday my family went to a Catholic church that was nearby where we lived. During the communion part, I always wondered why the priest was handing out "potato chips" to everyone and I was always mad because I wasn't allowed to eat those "potato chips" just yet.
I used to believe that the little marks on our curch floor (like scuff marks) came from the cross Jesus was crucified on. I don't know how, but I think I thought maybe it scraped against the floor as he was carrying it or something. A bit weird considering I don't live in Israel.
I used to think that the priest at church was JESUS.
He had a beard.... it made sense
when i was small i always for some reason, used to believe that all muslims wore turbans...
when I was little my dad would drop my sister brother and I off at the church while he drove the van to pick people up. one morning we were just walking around the church and I saw this room where they kept all the offering money and I thought they were stealing from God
When I was young and going to a Southern Baptist church that preached about the evil side of everything all the time, I believed they had trapped numerous demons they caught wondering the earth and locked them on the top floor of this church which was always locked.
i remember when i went up with my mom one time for communion (i wasn't old enough to take it, though), i asked the priest if i could have a "chip," too.
My mother, a Catholic, used to have bible study/debate with her Jehovah's Witness friend. Somehow I found out my mothers friend did not let her kids watch Beetlejuice the cartoon, and I burst into tears and told my mom she couldn't become a Jehovah's Witness and prevent me from watching the show thinking that was practiced in the religion.
I believed God lived in a specific crack in one of the walls of my church
I used to believe in Jesus. When I was young I saw his face in the clouds. I didn't know who he was yet but somehow I knew he was Jesus. It's years later now and it's become a memory of a memory that I no longer believe.
I was told from time to time that the Bible says you shouldn't swear, which I took to mean that you shouldn't swear oaths. I thought that pinky-swearing was inherently sinful and dangerous.
I used to think juice was called jewish
My Pop is a preacher. When I was a kid, he preached at the First Baptist Church in Springlake. Imagine my surprise when I saw a First Baptist Church in a totally different town! I had thought that Pop's church was THE FIRST Baptist chuch ever built!
i used to belive that in churches, under the sits there is satan. and if i look down satan will take me into hell.
when I was in first grade, I went to a Catholic school. One day,someone in the class made all of us believe that if you chewed the communion wafers before you got back to your pew, God would strike you with a lightning bolt.
My mom used to always take my baby sister to the church nursery and I would usually tag along. I was 5 at the time and I would sit and stare at the attic door in the church nursery. One day my mom asked me what I was always looking at and I told her, "That's where God lives."
When my mom went to church as a kid, she was always told never to turn around and look toward the back of the church, because that was disrespectful. Well, back then the rear of the church was also where the chorus and the organ were in a big balcony, so whenever my mom heard the chorus, she thought those were the angels singing.
When I was a teenager I only wanted to marry someone Catholic, because I wanted 6 kids. I thought Catholics liked kids more because they had so many. It wasn't until YEARS later that I understood they don't have that many kids on purpose!
In our church, a layperson would say the final prayer aloud while we all bowed our heads and closed our eyes. For years and years I thought the preacher did something magical, because when the prayer was over and we opened our eyes, he had moved from the pulpit to the back of the church. I didn't figure it out until one day when I was brave enough to open my eyes during the prayer and I saw him walk down the aisle with his eyes wide open!