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When I was a little girl I had many warts on my fingers. I was so embarassed by them. I remember being in church one Sunday and praying to God to take my warts away. The next thing I heard was "Our Father who has warts in heaven.." And from that day on I was so proud that I had warts just like God!
When I was little my sister and I would say our pryers together every night. A passage in The Lords Prayer had me confused for years."lead us snot into temptation. I couldn't figure why something as foul as snot would be in a prayer.
when i was little, i thought your prayers would come out of these machines (just like fax machines) and that God would sit in the clouds read them all day.
When my parents and I were praying to God, I thought they were saying:
"Our father who does art in heaven, Harold be thy name, thy kingdom come, I will be done with dressings made in heaven. Give us our jelly bread and forgive us our trash baskets and forgive us who put trash bags among us. Lead us not into Penn Station but deliver us some e-mail."
I am now an old lady. My Mother or Father always said Grace at the dinner table. When I was a small child, my dad would always include in his prayer "Bless this food for its intended use" I always thought he was saying "Bless this food fritz and tenda juice" for the life of me I could not figure out what he was saying and wondered what he was talking about.
Altho I am old I think of this at least once a week, if not more.
It did take me a long time to figure out just what he meant. I now tell my grandchildren about this.
I always wanted rainbow-colored eyes because I dont like my original eye color. My dad told me "God grants your every wish if you pray to Him." I was so excited then I prayed and prayed that I wanted rainbow colored eyes then I checked the mirror every minute if I have it yet. It never worked then I told my dad God is fake!!!
A few years ago a friend of mine called Peter came round to my house and my little sister confidently told us that he had the same name as God. It turns out that all these years instead of saying "Thanks be to God" she has been saying "Thanks Peter God"!!!
i used to think that when god answered a prayer, he would send you a letter. i went through an incredibly long time without believing in god because every prayer i said, i never got a letter back.
Another Catholic Mass one;
I thought when the priest said “Thanks be to God” he was saying “Thanks Peter God” and that God had another name for thse who knew him well.
I never did understand why it was "Our Father, who aren't in heaven".
when I was a little girl I used to think that in the prayer, "Our Father" it said, " lead a snot into temptation" I know now that its not and can laugh about it with my daughter in church when we say the prayer
when I was about 4 years old it was easter and I thought easter was about the easter bunny. My mom was very religious though and tried to explain the real reason for easter. she told me that jesus had died for us. that night as we went to say grace i said thats okay we dont need to pray God is dead.
My Mum tells me that when she was a child she used to think the words of the Lord's Prayer were "Our Father, we chant in heaven". She thought, we chant in church so we must surely also chant in heaven.
I am a Catholic, and as a child I naturally got some words confused as many other people here did. At one point the church says "I am not worthy Lord, but only say the word and I shall be healed", I believed it went "only say the word and I shall be YOU" (our priest has a bit of an accent). I thought that being God would be a terrifying duty, having to take care of everyone in the world at once, and that we should scared of taking on such as task. I always said this line a little smugly however, knowing that if God ever asked me to take his place i would take on the responsibility full throttle.
When I was a child, I had a little debbie oatmeal pie every day as I watched Sesame Street and Mister Rogers. After Mister Rogers, it was time for my nap. As I lay in my Aunt's bed trying to sleep I used to pray that Jesus would show himself to me so that I could REALLY believe in him. He never did, but I can still envision him the way I wanted to see him, standing at the foot of the bed.
At the pre-Vatican 2 Mass' finish, a prayer to St. Michael the Archangel was recited. I used to say,"St. Michael the Dark Angel...." IT was followed by a prayer the Hail Holy Queen which refers to, "St. Joseph, thy most chaste Spouse". I always used to say, "St. Joseph, thy most chaffed Spouse."
I used to believe that when you prayed, your hands acted like an antenna. So whenever I prayed I put my hands together and pointed them straight up to make sure they got to God and didn't go the other way
Until I was 9, I thought that those silhouettes of hands praying was the outline of Michigan. I mean, it certainly looks like that.
"...Forgive us our just passes, as we forgive those who just passed against us..."
From my father: the prayer goes like this>> "To thee do we cry poor banished children of Eve." His version as a child was "to thee do we cry poor bandaged children of Eve."
From my brother: the Act of Contrition goes "O my God, I am heartily sorry". His version as he prepared for First Penance was "O my God I am partly sorry"!