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when i was young i thought god was a cloud, big white fluffy cloud floating around with 2 eyes and a smile.
As a child in Brazil, someone told me that every night a spirit/saint would come to check on me while I slept.
I imagined her being a slave, with a long dress and wearing a headdress, and being all white.
I made sure I slept on time so she could check up on me, I was afraid I'd make her angry if I didn't sleep on time and she couldn't check on me.
Now being a firm Atheist, I still wonder about this ghost/saint...;)
I used to think Jesus was the husband of Mary and God was their baby, and the Pope was Mary's Father. Priests were Mary's brothers.
When I was young I was told God would be everywhere with everyone. I was so confeused how God was with everyone at the same time. I thought he had like a million tenticles like an Octopus, one tenticle would be with one person all the time.
I believed God controlled us like we were on a big fooseball table, but the bars that connected us were invisible and bent in many directions
I used to believe that all of the human beings were Gods little dolls.
i thought that Mary was bald, because I saw her in the painting with a long veil on her head thinking it would cover her bald head :s
I thought the singer Madonna and the "Madonna" figure were the same person, and that since Madonna came back, she would give birth to the new Jesus. I also thought the phrase "prima donna" was "Pre-Madonna" and meant before having Jesus, so I thought the tv was wrong calling the singer Madonna instead of Pre-Madonna since she had no kids yet.
One day many years ago as my 2 year old daughter laid her head on my chest, she popped up and said, "Mommy I can hear Jesus knocking on the door of you heart!" She was actually hearing my hear beating.
When I was 5, I yelled at my mom for giving me bad dinner, and then I stubbed my toe. So my mom was like-that's what God does when you're disrespectful to your parents. Now whenever I stubb my toe, I ask 'what did I do?'!
I used to have dreams that God was a girl and that she was this big Nun in the sky. Then she would smile at me. This was the result in my mom telling me that God is watching us all the time.
When he was about 6, my brother was asked at school to draw what he thought God looked like. What he drew was pretty similar to Mr. Potato Head. I myself thought that God looked a bit like Ted from Postman Pat. God himself only knows why!
I was in church in first of second grade when the priest talked about "Blessed Mary, ever virgin". I immediately turned to my mother and asked "Mom, whats a virgin?"
My mom answered without embarassment or hesitation "Its a person who hans't had children".
'splains a lot, Lucy...
I used to believe that if i threw something as high as i could into the air god would steal it.
when I was riding home from school to go to after school in 3rd grade, I said "OH MY GOD" and one lady said "Don't say that unless your asking God for something." So when I got home, I stood in front of the fan and asked God to turn it on. Of course it didn't. I feel so dumb...
Me and my sister were small back then and were troublesome. My grandma threatened us that if we kept acting like this, a demon from hell will rise up from the ground and snatch us to take us to hell where the "bad behavior" originated. In order to send back the demon, we had to ask for forgiveness. It really worked for me, but I was scared for the longest time everytime I did something wrong........
When i was in 1st grade I used to think that the priest was God. A few months later, the priest changed and i thought God changed into a man's skin. The next week I learned
When I was little, my father (Tweedle Lee) had said something to my half-brother (Tweedle Fee) about God coming down and doing something that concerned Fee (I don't remember what). Since I didn't/don't know what God looks like, I just imagined this big, white cross suddenly flying down from the sky and just hovering by our house. I know usually think of him as some huge white robed figure that sits on a gigantic chair, and his face is some sort of blur.
When I was a little girl my mother told me not to whistle because it would make the Blessed Mother cry. I was raised very Catholic and believed this whole-heartedly. I wonder where she got that though, she probably just didn't want to hear my bad whistling.
My grandmother used to tell me that Jesus was always in my heart, henceforth, i belived that ther was actually a little man living inside my heart and everytime my heart beat, it was him praying.
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