church

i used to believe, that at funerals, the priest said,"In the name of the Father, the Son and into the hole he goes".

albion

i use to believe that all people who wear glasses were catholic....dont even ask me why???

Anon

My families church has a large organ with lots of pipes growing up i thought that the pipes were cages holding in prisoners that were so bad they had to live in a church

Jeni

When I was little there was a dirt road across the street from my house. Down the dirt road there was a fenced and gated pasture. In the pasture there were a lot of fruit and flowering trees. I knew that I had found where the garden of eden was located! I would smile to myself when my sunday school teacher would say that no one knows where the garden was located - I knew- in GA obviously!

Anon

When I was very small but of talking age..my Dad and Mom took me into a Catholic Church. As I saw the Father coming down the hall I believed him to be Count Dracula. Maybe thats why I grew up Baptist. :-/

Supervisor

I used to believe that all churches were built by God rather than by people.

Andrea

I used to believe that the Sun was one of God's eyes and the Moon was his other eye.

Anon

I used to believe if a person raised their hands during the worship service at church, God would reach down and bring them up to heaven.

Yelina

My knowledge of other religions was very limited as a child. :) While attending the early years of Catholic Grade School I always assumed that public school children were "Publics"....

Joanne - Chicago Il

Whenever we went to my cousins house we would have to travel over the highway and there was one specifically large and lit up church that always caught my eye and i always believed it was disneyland...meanwhile we live in Windsor Ontario Canada....

Jaclyn

When I was little at church we could say bible verses in front of everyone for a quarter. I always used to say the shortest verse, "Jesus Wept." It wasn't until I was about 13 or 14, I asked my mom what that meant. She gave me a funny look. The entire time I thought the verse was "Jesus Webbed" !

Erin

I was brought up as a Roman Catholic & knew I had to make my first confession one day, but I was terrified to do so, as I thought that I had to remember every single sin I had ever committed! I thought that if I forgot any, God would be really angry with me & I used to think "How will I ever remember them all?" I think I was about 7years old?

Maggie

I grew up Catholic, and there is one part in the Mass when the line "Jesus, Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world" is sung. When I was a little girl, I misheard this. I thought it was either "cents" as in pennies. This made perfect sense to me, because we always passed the offering basket around and put money in it.

Lacy

I was very shy in my 4th grade catholic classroom. One day the teacher was describing the religious feast of pentecost and she asked if anyone knew what this was called. Being extremely shy I would only answer a question when i was one hundred percent convinced i was right. To the shock of my teacher, i raised my hand and proudly blurted out "the holocaust". i dont think anyone else knew what it meant but judging by the "No - God NO!" we all knew it was bad. She never explained it and i always thought twice about answering questions in class after that.

My Ignorance

Sometimes my family and I used to go to my dad's childhood church for special occasions, instead of our usual one. There was a door behind the altar with a fancy iron gate, and when I asked my dad what was in there, he said that was where Jesus was. But unlike a lot of beliefs I've seen on here, I did not feel like that church was special to have Jesus living in it; I was actually kind of creeped out. Why did they have to keep him behind a gate instead of letting him out to see everyone? I ended up deciding that maybe it was not Jesus in there at all, but an angry spirit that had to be kept away from us. Or if it was Jesus, maybe HE was angry about something somebody at the church had done and was locked up so he wouldn't take revenge in public.

Recently I went back to that church and it has been remodeled to look entirely different. The door is gone and just a blank wall is there now. I might think I had imagined that door if not for the vivid memories of all the time I spent as a kid staring at it in wonder and horror during mass.

Anon

when i was little and would go to church, i would constantly ask my mom, "when is God gonna get here?" thinking that he would literally walk into church and sit down. dunno why i thought that!

Anon

While at nursery school, aged four, we were all taken to the Church next door for Harvest Festival. The headmistress told us we had to be on our best behaviour because we were in God's house.
I was seriously expecting him to be there, and very disappointed that he wasn't in when we came round.

Laurie

Up until I was 7 years old, I believed that there were big beakers of orange juice on the altar in church. That was because the big candles in those glass enclosures were colored (for some reason) orange. I kept asking my dad what the orange juice was doing there and he thought I was nuts.

Bing

My father (a Pastor) would always talk about the Jews being the chosen people. I never could understand that everyone knew this, yet we were baptist.

I thought that we should all move to israel and convert so we could be chosen too.

TcCoven

When we were 11 or 12, we were confirmed in to the Catholic church. Part of this is that you choose a saint's name, to go with your own name...to this day I'm still not sure why...I think it had something to do with what God would call you...Anyway, on the day, you had to go up in front of the bishop, state your chosen name, and then he would tap you on your cheek. (again, don't know why!) All the older kids who had already been confirmed used to tell us that if the bishop didn't like you, or if you had been bad a school, he would smack you across the face. Someone told me that one guy, Noel, who was the "bad-boy" at school, got a black eye because the bishop hit him so hard! I really really believed it, and I was quaking in my shoes when it came to my turn, in case the bishop knew about all the times I had been caught talking in class...

Mairin