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When I was little and I would say the blessing at dinner.(This is how it went)God is great,God is good,let us thank him for our food.
For YEARS I belived the phrase let us thank him (in the above blessing) was actually lettuse thank him for our food.Made sence to me because we usually ate salad at dinner.
My brother always thought that the Lord's prayer had this line, "And Nancy shall come to judge the quick and the dead." Nancy was a friend of my parents'. The actual line is "From thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead."
I used to think that if I prayed enough, God would turn me into Superman.
I used to say to myself for years the lord's prayer to myself like this:
"Our father whose locked in heaven, ..Harold be thy name. "
Before I could read I thought that the Lord's Prayer said "and lead a snot into temptation".
my mom always said we should care about and pray for all creatures...when we would drive to visit my grandma we would pass a lot of different towers for electricity. for some reason i thought that a couple of them looked like two large girraffes,standing back to back.my mom also said to not brag so i never told her that i prayed for the stuck,frozen girraffes every time we passed them.poor things!
When i was little and went to children's church this one kids Jeremy would always pray that Jesus would bless the food in his tummy and other random things it was cute.
There's a line in the lord's prayer about Jesus being "crucified under Pontius Pliate". In my 3-year-old mind, "Pilate" became "Pilot", so I always had this image of the Red Baron circling in his bi-plane over the site of the Passion.
It was not until 6th grade social studies that I learned the true spelling of "Pilate", and that "Pontious" is not an adjective.
As a kid, I used to believe that nothing was wasted if you made it a sacrifice to God. So when my parents would pack me a nasty sandwich that I didn't feel like eating, I would silently say "Dear God, please accept my humble sacrifice" and throw the sandwich away. That way I didn't feel bad about wasting food.
my youngest brother used to believe
that the reason we said grace
before meals was to
cool the food down.
our food was rarely
piping hot, but if it was
you'd catch him doing the sign of the cross
and saying grace several times in
a row so to make the temperature drop.
of course, in the time it took him to recite
the prayer a few times over, the food
was generally cooler anyway.
I used to beleive that if I went to sleep someone in my family would die, so I wouldn't sleep. I would pray for everyone's soul I knew, and then just to be on the safe side, I would pray again. Then I was scared if you prayed twice for the same soul it would cancel out the prayers and that person would die and go to hell. I spent many nights finding the right balance of salvation.
i used to believe that if i prayed every day for wings, i would get wings. i was told that god would give me anything i prayed for. so i prayed for wings. and every day would check the mirror and thought that the bones in my back were the beginning stubs of my growing wings.
... they never grew....
When I was in a catholic preschool, we always said a short prayer before snack time. Nothing much, just a simple "God is great, god is good, and we thank him for our food. Amen."
One day after a year and a half of preschool, I came home and announced to my mother that I had given up on God, because every day for over a year we had all prayed for almonds, and all we ever got was graham crackers and apple juice!
When I was about 3 I heard my mom saying that Mary (me) likes corn. Because I did.
But I thought she meant that Jesus's mother likes corn! So that day we went to church and I said very loudly 'Alleluia to Jesus! Corn to Mary!'
I used to think it was useless to pray indoors unless you opened a window. If all the windows were closed your words would just bounce off the ceiling so you have to open a window so they can get out.
Even now, as an adult, I often feel that the words are just bouncing off the ceiling...
"Our father, with Art in Heaven, how do you know my name?"
I never got why we always ended prayers by saying "all men" (amen.) And I wondered which men they were talking about.
i was brought up as a catholic, and during church when they said 'thanks be to god' i genuinely thought they were saying 'thanks peter god'
for quite a while i thought jesus was called peter...
there was a young girl i used to know that would say 'onion' at the end of grace, instead of 'amen'
In pre-school we always had to say grace before we ate our milk and cookies. We said the same prayer each time and it always ended in the word "amen". I remember my best friend loudly correcting the teacher that it was infact "a man" or "some men", you couldnt say "a men". Obviously she grasped the concept of grammar sooner than the concept of religion.