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I always thought that heaven was in the sky, so whenever I go on an airplane, I always try looking for God. I kept yelling, "God! Are you there?!" But then I went to religion school, and I found out that you need to be dead to see God. Well, I didn't let myself die!
When I was little I always got nuns and brides confused. I couldn't remember which wore black and which wore white. When I would see a group of nuns, I would wonder if it was a group of brides together going someplace to get married.
My Grandma use to tell me that when it was thundering that Jesus was bowling and got a strike. She also told me that when it was raining out that she Jesus was sad today.
I used to believe that God was the light rays shining through the clouds.
I thought God looked like a cartoon baby with a magic wand he would use to perform his "tricks." I can still see that image. I also thought I didn't want to stay *anywhere* for eternity, including heaven. It would be so boring!
When I was liitle I used to think that God looked like george Washington
my friends sister used to think god was a bee
When I was about 7 or 8, I went to Williamsburg, Virginia for the first time. When we went to the church, I thought the tour guide said "I will be your God" not guide because I wasn't used to the Southern accent. This confused me very much!
I used to believe that God was a toddler up in heaven and we were all little plastic dolls that he controlled and played with on one of those rugs that have roads and buildings printed on them.
My family was vaguely Christian, but we never really went to church or were strict about following the Bible. When I was little, I imagined that God was a giant that lived in the clouds, only he was blue and had lightning in him. And he answered telephones all day.
I used to believe that in China, instead of Adam and Eve eating an apple? They believed it was a banana.
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 little I used to write notes to my boyfriend, put them in my closet and pray to god to give the note to the boy. I was kind of dissapointed when the note was still in the closet the next day. I still don't know where I got the idea that god was some sort of mailman.
When I was a kid, I had this statue of Abraham Lincoln posed like the Lincoln Memorial on my nightstand. In my mind, that was what God looked like. I mean, we had pictures of what Jesus was supposed to look like, and a Dove was the Holy Spirit. But no one ever said was "God the Father" looked like.
So in my mind, God looked like Abe Lincoln!
When my aunt was little, a priest asked her in her christening how many gods there are. Her answer was five: the father, the son, the holy ghost, baby Jesus and the virgin Mary.
I remember listening to my grandfather read the Bible to the family on a Sunday evening when we visited and he read from the book of Exodus. As a child about 5 years old, I really struggled to listen close and pay attention to the reading. My attention was caught when he told of God traveling with the Israelites in a cloud. Against a bright blue background, I pictured a greenish storm cloud, but the cloud was way up high, so it was small, like a gherkin. You see, I thought my grandfather had said God rode in a "pickle cloud", not a "pillar cloud." I'm over 30 years old and all of this time I've had that weird little cloud picture in my head all of this time, not having any idea why until I read through Exodus just the other day.
My mother once told me that Jesus' last name was Christ. In other words, Mr. and MRs. Joseph Christ and their son Jesus Christ
i used to believe that my mom was born during the time Jesus was alive, and that she knew him very well, because she always said Jesus died for her sins, i thought he had been accused of something she'd done, it wasnt until a year or so later that i found out the truth in church, when they said Jesus died for everyone's sins...lol
Because I was told that Jesus lived in my heart, I thought there was a little man (Jesus) who stood directly below my throat, and I would never ever eat anything sticky or swallow my gum because I thought it would land on his head and get stuck in his hair.
My friend used to believe that Jesus was a horrible evil man who nailed people to a cross. She got the whole thing rather twisted but was seriously freaked out by the second coming theory. Gah.
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