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My mom would send me out to play in our front yard, but I would only stay on one side because I thought the Devil lived inside a drain on the other side and if I went near it, he'd snatch me up and pull me down inside.
I used to think that Jesus only lived four months, and had magically gone from a baby to an adult between Christmas and Easter.
I didn't study religion that much...
When I was younger, I used to believe that when someone went into space or an airplane went above the clouds, they were able to see Jesus' land because he lived in heaven.
I used to say the term, "Jesus H. Christ", usually when I was upset. Oneday, my girlfriend at the time asked me why I used the letter "H". With as straight a face as I could, I turned to her and said, "Because that's his middle initial". She looked perplexed then said, "ok, then what is His middle name?" I said, "geeez, everyone knows it's 'Hank'".
I finally told her it was a joke the next day... We broke up soon after... LOL!
i used to believe when i dug holes in the ground and if i dug to deep i would reach the devil so i never dug to deep
As a child, I felt it necessary to excuse myself to God after passing wind alone, since, as I was told solemnly by parents and pastor, He is everywhere.
when i was in the third grade my friend told me that giving someone the finger meant that you hated God so being stupid I went around school pointing my middle finger down because I wanted people to know that I hated and still hate the devil.
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.
When I was very little, I asked my mom "Mom? Where do angels go when theres no clouds for them to sit on?" and she looked down at me and said "Why, they sit on your shoulders of course!" I believed her for the longest time...and still do.
wheni was 5 my mom told me god was everywhere and everything so i used to talk to the trees and walls etc. for hours
I used to believe that God looked like the Statue of Liberty.
I used to believe that since God was everywhere that must mean the world is in his stomach
I used to believe that religious figures like Jesus, Mary, and other saints would enter my room through the wall opposite my bed in a firery light...if I slept with the light on they couldn't though because the fire could not be seen...my parents electric bill was extra expensive that year :}
I used to believe that the man who presented the weather forecast on TV was God, because he was deciding what the weather would be.
I also thought God was called Peter!
MY CHILDREN KEPT THEIR SMALL BIBLE OPEN ON THEIR DRESSER AND TOLD ME AS LONG AS IT WAS OPEN THE DEVIL WOULDN'T GO IN THE ROOM. THEY WERE 9 AND 12 AT THE TIME.
When i was little,my mother told me to be a good girl because god was watching my every move.From that moment on,i was afraid of sitting on the toilet or taking a bath,because i thought that god was watching me do it.
When I was 9 I was about to make my communion so . . . I was really obsessed with religious things. I use to think that the thumb was the Virgin Mary (my thumb looked feminine to me), the pointer finger was Jesus, the ring finger was God, the pinky was an Anger, and of course the middle finger was the Devil.
When I was little, I had a long rope that was buried in my backyard, my brother and I could never pull it out no matter how hard we pulled. I remember thinking that Satin lived there and it was hell, I wanted so bad to pull satin out and just...I don't know what I wanted to do but I wanted to pull him out.
There was black dirt under the sand in my sand box. A friend of mine said that it was the Devil's skin, and we better not dig into it or he'd get mad, rise up, and "get" us. I made sure I NEVER dug into the Devil's skin!
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