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When I was four, our family had a young man from the church stay with us for a while. His name was Davy, and he used to make microwave popcorn for us.
One morning in Sunday School, our teacher was going over the creation story. "Who made the sky?" "God did!" "Who made the birds?" "God did!" Living in rural Kansas, she named things familiar to all of us. When she asked, "Who made the popcorn?" I shouted, "Davy does!"
When I was little, I used to believe that anyone who didn't attend my Church worshiped the devil. Duh - what other choice would they have had? However, it was interesting how normal they could appear...
I don't know why but when i was 5 i used to think the place where you kneel to pray was were kids sat.
i used to believe that if u looked out of an aeroplane u could see god and he would wave at you
I used to believe that the offering I gave as a child weekly at church were directly sent to God. I thought that my Bible study teacher took the offering money to Jesus' grave and placed the money beside Him. I then thought you would see the money float into the sky
i used to believe that everyone was just either Jewish or Cristian, I didn't know there was anything else. I would go around asking people whether they were Jewish or Christian.
when i was about seven i visited a monastery, and on sale in the shop they had a row of little dough ornaments (i think you put on a glaze to harden it after you've made it or something). that's actually all i remember of the monastery - so much for educational trips! anyway, i used to believe that all monks spent their lives chipping at loafs of bread and carving sculptures, probably in solitary cells and after having taken a vow of silence. i don't remember when i stopped believing that but when i was studying the catholic reformation it was what always came to mind when i wrote about 'penance' or 'good works'.
I used to believe that all Jewish males had to wear kippots (jewish skull cap) because when they are circumcised they have to keep their foreskin in their caps. And this is why they were never allowed to take their caps off.
We never went to church growing up, nor were we religious, but all my friends did, so I heard about God. I always imagined God reading a story, and we were just the characters in his mind. When the book was finished everything just ended, or a new world would be created by a new story with new people. So I assumed that when we die that is it, we no longer exist.
When I was little church confused me. Once when I was about 3 my father carried me up to communion with him. I thought the host was a necco wafer and screamed "I want a necco wafer!" at the top of my lungs and tried to grab one out of the chalice.
I also thought that at the beginning of the Mass the priest came in and as an act of, I don't know, self mutilation or torture, he would bash his head against the altar. This was because we usually got to church late and had to sit in the back and I couldn't see clearly. Finally I asked my mother "Why does the priest have to bang his head on the table when he comes in?"
Finally I thought God's name was Harold "Our father who art in heaven, HAROLD be thy name.."
When I was about 4 years old, I used to believe that when the preacher pounded his fist on the pulpit it was because someone was talking in church. My brother told me when I talked in church the preacher would get mad an pound his fist on the pulpit. I believed him.
I thought the flying buttresses on a cathedral actually enabled it to fly somehow!
To prevent me from fidgeting while singing Our Father in church, my mom made me believe that I had to cup my hands well so I can receive lots of blessings and after the song, I would put my hands inside my pocket imagining it was full of money.
I used to belive as a child that churches were castles of pricesses and that there were castles in different cities,then I understood that they are churches of different cities.
The church in my hometown had a golden ball ontop of its tower. I believed that there was a huge treasure hidden inside the ball. And I would think of ways to reach the tower to get to the treasure.
I used to belive that ALL married people were Jewish. (I went to a Jewish dayschool) It never occoured to me.I was abt 4 at the time it made since. All my friends parents were married. However if there were seperated then they hadn't found the right person.
We used to go to the church that my great-grandparents did, but I don't know which denomination it was - one Easter, the Sunday School class had to fidget through the actual sermon, as we were old enough to do the Communion ritual... when it came my turn, I took a sip of the wine and said
"Who put beer in the Welch's Grape Juice?" I was about 6.
Since this was followed by the usual embarrassed adult silence, I spent many years believing that God always put beer into grape juice as part of the Adult ceremony.
I also used to believe that God would
kill you unless you sang slow, dirging mournful hymns. But you had to sing all the verses. I used to be so scared for everybody in my church because they didn't want to sing all the verses of "The Old Rugged Cross", and most times picked joyful songs - Somehow I had gotten the impression that God hated everybody and only liked them if they were miserable.
When they colleted the offerings in my old church, the people that colleted them when to the basement and count them there. Well... I used to think that they used to go downstairs, pray and then God would come down from the sky and take the offerings to heaven. :)
I used to belive that when they said "give your money back to God"
Ithought it ment that after the offering was taken someone would go outside and literally GIVE it back to God.
When i was little i used to believe that the nuns hadn't got hair because always they had putting on the habit on their head and i thought this was their real hair
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