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When I was little, I was ill a lot of the time. One Sunday I ended up staying home from church with my Father while the rest of my family went to church and Sunday school. When they all got back, I asked my sister what they all talked about in Sunday school since the classes all mirrored each other as far as themes and particular section of the Bible discussed. My sister told me that she learned that "Adam Muneve" was the first man. Astounded I asked my mother " Is it true that 'Adam Muneve' was the first man?" She stared at me strangely and slowly said "Well...Yes." It wasn't until I got older and could read my own Bible myself by 2nd grade that Adam did NOT have a last name like we all did!
When I was a little girl, my parents explained to me that Jesus was everywhere. So, at night, I used to sleep in a little ball at the corner of my bed so Jesus would have room to roll over.
I used to think that spelling "G-d" instead of "God" (as per Orthodox Jewish practice) was insulting, as it implied that you didn't care enough about God to spell his name correctly. I marched myself up to the rabbi, full of righteous indignation, and demanded that he fix it so it wouldn't say "g'duh"
i used to belive that god was a giant police man flying around the earth
I used to believe that Jesus' disciples rode motorcycles. It just sounded like the name of a biker group.
I used to believe that the soul was a "green, lima-bean shaped organ located somewhere near the gall bladder." This is the description of the soul I would have in my head whenever I thought about it. My grandma also had a little purple man as decoration in her kitchen who peeked over the cupboard with his nose hanging over -- somehow I then conceived that God was a purple man in a brown fedora and a big, green nose, who sat in the clouds and peeked over them when necessary to throw down lightning bolts.
I thought that God looked like the Statue of Liberty.
I did strongly believe that the road I walked on must have also been walked on by Jesus when he was on earth and going round on his travels. And I even tried to walk in such a way that I thread exactly on his footsteps. I just did not understand at a young age that something that was in place in the here and now - like that road - was not there 2000 years ago.
I used to think Santa Clause was the Holy Spirit. I always heard more about the Holy Spirit around Christmas and you couldn't see spirits or Santa. I found out later in life that a friend of mine also had that same belief!
I used to think that my priest at church was God because he wore a robe and was bald and that is how I always thought God looked. He was also my piano teacher's husband so I was really surprised when I would go to piano lessons at God's house.
When I was a kid, I had a mother who painted a lot. Mostly aquarells.. So every time I watched the sunset, I thought that it was God, taking a brake from his stressful life, just to sit down and paint. A different picture every night... =O)
When I was young I thought I was the anti-christ. The number of the anti-christ was 666. I added up the number of letters in each of my names and came up with 777. I thought for sure that somewhere in the translations of the bible someone had made a mistake.
Growing up Jewish in the United States I was confused about many details of Christianity and I guess noone ever thought to teach me. For many years I thought that Santa Claus was Jesus as an old man. Well... they both had beards, just check out those claymation holiday specials.
I asked my mom where Jesus was because I wanted to know why I had never seen him. She told me he lived in my heart. A nice thought, but I was quite disturbed picturing a little man with long hair in robes living inside me.
I used to think that God was this little midget like thing that lived inside your stomach and told you what to do. I refered to him as my little friend and i swear he used to tell me to color and play on the swings.
I was 5, watching TV, and a Nun was sitting by a patient in a hospital. The patient was being given blood. Just before the advert came on, 'end of part...' whatever, it showed the Nun's face surrounded by flames, presumbaly a metaphor for war, and how Nuns are heroic & groovy medically speaking.
I believed that Nuns could walk through fire and if they caught you while you slept, they'd kill you by draining the blood out of your body.
Needless to say, I then believed Nuns were evil, Jesus and his mates were evil, and anyone that had a cross was evil.
Didn't get much sleep for a few years.
My biggest mistake as a child: never sit and read through a full color picture Bible at age 6 when you have no idea what Christianity is all about or what happened. I saw Jesus crucified and started screaming my head off, partly because I thought it was horrible human beings could do that to one another, partly because I thought that was what you had to do to be Christian. My mom calmed me down though and told me everything. Maybe that's the reason I'm an agnostic today. ;-)
I used to think that Jesus was born in a stable because every room at the inn was booked since it was Christmas.
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.
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!
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