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When I was little I had these ideas of what God and Jesus looked like in my head. I saw God as being Lex Luthor from the Superman show from the nineties, and Jesus was this giant toddler with a really big head who went around crashing cars just for the fun of it. Now that I think of it, I was quite a cynical child, wasn't I?
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I used to think that Dammit was God's last name.
I went to a religious school and they told us that there was one night a year that the heavens opened up and you could see God. I stayed up all night trying to see him but it didn't work. Then later they taught us that God was so powerful that if anyone ever saw him, they'd be burned to a crisp. I thought, "Good thing I never saw him!"
When I was in 4th grade me and a group of friends thought that the devil was trying to take over our school (I have never been to church) so everyday we wore crosses and at lunch we would investigate the school and anywhere we thought that the devil would try to get us we would sit down by the place and pray.
This is not for me but for my 7 year old sister. When she was 5 she came home from school and started asking to me about what religion we were. I said "we are muslim2 and she said "my friend is a crystal". I said "what" and said she wanted to be a "crystal". After a while pondering what this meant, i realised she meant she wanted the be a Christain. I guess she what to be a crystal because they are really sparkly and shiny things and they sound pretty.
I was eating with my sister and her family one night when my sister asked my 3-year-old nephew if he knew who Jesus was. My newphew, who has never been inside of a church, prompty asked "Chucky Cheese's"? We had a good laugh. But were also a little disturbed. ;)
I have some really interesting relatives. One of them is my cousin Tim, who is close to my dad's age. He has a really twisted sense of humor. On one visit when I was about five, Tim showed me an old ceramic sculpture of two praying hands. He told me that they were Jesus' actual hands! I was both amazed and disturbed! Such an ancient, perfectly preserved, holy thing as this was right here in Eastern Kentucky! But those were JESUS' hands! Why were they here? Wasn't this wrong? I couldn't understand why my parents weren't upset by this and every time we went to visit them, I stared at the hands in awe!
When I was about 8, I knew that sin had been passed down to all of us through Adam and Eve. It wasn't until a couple years later that I stopped being mad at Adam and Eve for eating the forbidden fruit--my logic had been that because they sinned, we were destined to sin--if they had only obeyed, that must mean we would all be perfect no matter what! I was especially frustrated cuz they had it easier than the rest of us, with only half a life to be good for (no childhood)--so what was wrong with those inconsiderate people anyways??
when i was in nursery school my mom was with me and i stopped and saw the rabbi walking down the hall and said look mom there is g-d i dont know if this happened but my mom insist that it did
The nuns at my school talked about how the saints would watch over us as a way to help God. Well, while I was in church, I would gaze at the statues and meditate hoping that they would blink an eye or smile as a signal to me,... this went on for a couple of years, I finally gave up.
We used to drive past a cake shop that had a sign saying "God" and in smaller letters, "Have an affair with a caterer". It really puzzled me that God would say adultery was wrong and then make an exception for caterers, but I reasoned that He must really like cakes.
Much later, I realised the "God" was the street number of the shop: "600".
Until i was 10 I used to believe that Jesus was a Tortoise, sounds silly but i used to go to sunday school and every week they would say "jesus taught us...." so i lived with the belief that jesus was this really cool special tortoise!
When I was about 5, when my great grandmother was alive. There were sewer drains and manholes all over the palce at her little "Home"... So my dad says the "MANAGER and his HELPERS" lived under manholes and sewer drains, and he said the "MANAGER" could handle any problem. I used to think it was the "Devil and his little demonic helpers" and I pictured him in my head from a show I think is called Labrynth or somthing... So, whenever i saw a manhole or sewer drain Id be so scared, I would cry... †Thank god hes not real†
When my husband was young and misbehaving, his mom would call THE DEVIL on him. In truth, she'd really call his dad up at work and he would do his best devil impersonation. But imagine how tramatizing this would be for a 3-year-old!
I always felt connected to Peter because I had a habit of inserting my foot into my mouth too, so when I was about 5 years old, I thought that if I practiced enough times in rain puddles, that I would be able to walk on water too.
I used to believe God was sitting up on a cloud, wearing a blue suit and a red tie, and looking very much like a guy I had seen on t.v.
When I was very young, my mother once told me the story of Jesus blessing the little children. I was a little upset that the little children all got to go see Jesus and I didn't. I figured it must have happened on the day that I was sick and the family went somewhere and left me at home.
For a long time, I wouldn't let them go anywhere - especially church - without me.
As a small child, I learned in Sunday School that Christ was born in December and that he was crucified in late March or April. I was confused about how he managed to do so much in just four months.
I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but I went through a phase where I imagined God to look like the genie from the Disney movie of Aladdin, with Robin William's voice and all.
I was one odd child.
When I was little I believed that God, Jesus and Lord were living in sky. God took up one portion of the sky, Jesus took up another portion and Lord took up the remaining portion. That was how they managed to see everything that was going on in the world.
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