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I had a very religous grandmother who always told me Jesus was my friend. When I was a bout 3 I got upset when my mother put her hand in the water at the end of the bath as 'Jesus, the dirty little devil' was down there. I had turned him into one of my imaginary friends. My grandmother was horrified but did lay of the 'Jesus is your friend" story for a few years
When I got my ears pierced I had crosses and believed the devil would come and take them when I slept...I got my ears caught in may blankets!!
I used to believe God was a little black boy with corn rows. I'm white.
I used to believe that the "children of Israel" were all children, boys and girls, no adults. I couldn't understand how millions of children got out in the wilderness unattended by adults, or who took care of them. This puzzled me for a long time, through many Sunday school lessons and sermons.
I used to believe both literal creationism and evolution, at the same time. I believed God made the world in 7 days and created Adam and Eve in the Garden of Even and all that, but I also believed humans evolved from apes through natural selection over millions of years. It wasn't like I had worked out a way to reconcile the two viewpoints, I just accepted both of them as literal truth without them ever being associated together in my mind - one was religion, one was science, so they didn't seem at all connected to me. It wasn't until I was 11 or so I realized they contradicted each other.
me and my sister used to sit on the bottom of the grocery cart and stomp on all the little holes thinking the devil lived there
I use to believe that when if=t was raining god was crying
When I was younger, I had a cereal bowl that I got through mail order from the Kelloggs corporation. It had a picture of the Raisin Bran sun on the interior bottom. I ate breakfast from that bowl every single morning, watching Captain Kangaroo, and every morning, I believed that the Raisin Bran sun was the face of God, smiling up at me from the bottom of my cereal bowl.
when i was little i got confused with religions and blood(irish,chines,ect) and i was in 1st grade when we had to right a journal thing and i wrote,"i like st.patricks day but im not jewish" i ment irish,even tho i am irish
my sister never knew who the pope was until she was 12, then she thought he was the guy who went to the grammys
When I was four or five, I use to like digging in the dirt.. like most kids. Anways, one day this kid told me that this red dirt/clay I had come across while digging out on the playground... was part of the Devil's chest.
I was terrfied to dig after that.
I used to picture God as looking like Casper the Ghost with glasses.
When I was little we lived in a little house with a big backyard. When the minister at our church told us that Jesus was always with me, I figured that if He lived in our house I'd have seen Him, so He must live in our backyard. There was one corner where we were all afraid to go (even the dog) because there was a wasp's nest, so I decided that that must be where Jesus lived, since even wasps wouldn't sting Jesus. I believed this for years.
I used to believe when jesus was crucified it meant he was dunked in smelly oils and flowers. And that he went to hell for 3 days because the devil wanted to eat him, and he tasted bad because of the oils, so on the third day he rose again. and when he assended into heaven i thought God's hand reached down and picked him up
I used to believe that everyone on earth was God's BarbiesŪ, and he controlled what we did. I blame my sister for this for explaining to me what a 'user' meant when I was listening to one of her songs.
I used to beileve that satan lived inside the earth,so I banged the ground a lot on sundays
When I was little, I used to think that god was living in a yellow house down my street.
My sister and me were in the back seat of the car. My mother was driving. So, my sister said she was hungry. My Mother said we will be there soon. I assume she remembered the previous sunday's Sunday School Lesson of God dwelling among us. A few moment's later she uttered the classic line, "Mommy, God's in my body, and he's starving too!"
I thought Mary's real name was Virgin Mary, so I would always correct people if they just called her Mary. I never understood the Virgin partuntil later; nobody would explain it to me.
When I was young, I got a shovel and started to dig a hole. I wanted to dig a hole deep enough that I could stand in and hide without anyone seeing me. After I dug the hole, I got in it.
As I was standing in the hole I became scared because I thought I had dug deep enough for the devil to grab my leg and drag me into hell.
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