prayersShow most recent or highest rated first.
I used to believe that if you talked after saying your bedtime prayers the prayers would be null and void and you would have to say them all over again.
When I was a little kid ithought that when you prayed you prayers went into a bubble and floated into heaven then when god wanted to hear them he would pop them. I was so afraid of sendim=ng him to many that he would be mad! So i only prayed a couple times a day until i was like 9!
During Mass in the Catholic church the priest would offer up prayers which we would respond, "Thanks be to God". I used to think that the response was "Thanks pretty God". It made sense to me. Why wouldn't we compliment God?
Upp untill I was about 7 every time I went to church I would say "almond" instead of amen because I thought that was what everyone was saying. One day my mum had some almonds and she asked me if I wanted one and I started crying because I thought she meant we had to go to church (I didnt like it)
In the church response, instead of "Thanks be to God," I thought it was "Thanks speedy God" because church goers were thanking Him for the reading being over quickly.
I used to believe that if I didn't pray to God every night, and specifically ask that the house not get burned down, that it would catch fire in the night.
i used to believe that God was going to make me marry someone at school that i really didnt like and so u used to pray every time i decided i didnt like a boy "please dont make me fall in love with, or marry so-in-so when i grow up..nuts!
"Our father, who AREN'T in heaven."
Dead people went to heaven, but I figured maybe God lived some place even higher. But I still didn't understand the bad grammar.
As a child 40+ years ago, my family would drive many hours on the New York State Thruway to the MA Turnpike to visit my 'Bubbie' (grandmother). She was an Orthodox Jew. I really believed that prayers I said to G-d on the MA Turnpike somehow had more power than those I said at the Temple, my home or the New York State Thruway. I thought my communications with G-d were really and truely only 'heard' by Him when I saw the "Welcome to MA" sign during my family's travels to Bubbie's house.
i was only taught how to say Hail Mary in Chinese, but somehow during the meal, my family always say it in English. As a kid, I tried to catch up as much as I could, and for quite a long while, my English version of Hail Mary was: Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you, blesssssssss..... fruitssss...Jesus....ssssss.....death. Amen
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.
i used to believe that i was the anti-christ, i justified my belief under the idea that god created me for a purpose, so i cant be the bad guy.
The Lords Prayer goes.. "our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name"... but when we were little, me and my brother and sister all thought it went... "our father who art in heaven, HOWARD be thy name"...
As a little girl I was brought up quite religious even to the point that in the month of October we all had to say the rosary every night, no matter what, but one night I was just too tired so I tried to sneak into bed when my mum shouted (get out of bed this minute and say your prayers even a cow gets down on its knees before sleeping).
We were praying for somebody close to us that was sick. My daughter (at the time 6yrs) proceeded with "Dear Lord, abra cadabra..." whereupon we collapsed into hysterics.
I dont remember ever praying much as a young child. The only time I tought I needed to pray was when I was sitting on the toilet and was afraid of falling in.
When my brother was little he used to pray this before going to bed;
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, wake up cereal.
My parents each had funny misconceptions about certain prayers:
My father was confused by the line "Our Father who art in Heaven". He thought it meant "... who *makes* art in Heaven". He would envision God up there, painting a picture at an easel.
My (Catholic) mother thought the line about how Christ "suffered under Pontius Pilate" was "suffered under a bunch of violets".
I used to think that the prayer went:
Godice great, godice good, let us thank him....
Could never figure out what a 'godice'was, knew what a goddess was, but this was different...
When I was about 6 I didn't know how to pray. My mom told me to just talk to God, or something like that. So I did. Then I told my mom my prayer didn't work because I didn't hear an answer. I thought praying was like talking on the phone and God would talk to me back.