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When I was about 9 years old, I went to my little cousins baptism at a Catholic Church. It was the first time I had attended Catholic Church, and when I talked about the sermon later, I said "that pope was really boring", and my mom had to assure me that that wasn't a pope, it was a priest.
When I was young,I attended a church program called Awanas. I always thought that marijuana was somehow related to my church group, because they sounded similar and I didn't know what marijuana was.
I believed that the offering from church was divided among the churches because the preacher said it was for the Kingdom of God.
And when the congregation would sing "Surely He Bore Our Sorrows" I thought they were talking about my Aunt Shirley.
I also believed that God had no face because of a mural in the baptistry that depicted Him with a blank, shining face.
When I was little...at catholic church they had us take communion, and they would say it was the body of Christ. Well my brother and I used to think we were so special because only our church had the body and blood of Christ in our tabernacle!!!
i've never been to church, but, when i was younger, i used to ask one of my neigbours if they could come out. But they always said, sorry, we have to go to sunday school. I thought, ooohhh, those poor people have to go to school on sunday, life must be bad for them.
When I was young I went to a Catholic church where they served communion. Communion is when they would give church members a small piece of bread which represented the body of Jesus Christ. I used to believe when I ate the piece of communion bread that I was actually eating a part of an arm or a toe off of Jesus's body.
When I was little I thought the organ at church sounded so scary. I thought they were trying to summon monsters like Frankenstein so I would cry and that's why I stayed in another room as they played the organ
I used to believe that all Christians were English and all other religious people were foreign.
In the Catholic Mass when you have the consecration, you say “Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed.” Until I was about 9ish I firmly believed we were supposed to be saying “Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall believe you.”
I remember when I was about 9 or 10 I was over my friends house for the weekend. Well, we were enjoying a picnic lunch in her front lawn, when we overheard her mom on the phone "Get your bibles! Their gonna get us!" We thought sh was having some sort of vision or seizure or something, so we ran inside and asked what she was talking about. She told us that the Mormons were going around the neighborhood and jokingly said that if we didn't convert to their religion, they would send us to hell. Needless to say, we were creeped out for the rest of the day, looking over our shoulders for what we called the Hellraisers. We saw two men in suits walking down the opposite side of the road, and knew it was them. We took refuge in the van, and watched the men knock the neighbors' door. All we were thinking was "Don't open the door Brian, please don't open the door." Well, Brian didn't answer the door, much to our relief, and we were inside the house watching TV when the doorbell rang. We begged my friend's mom not to open the door, and she gave us the strangest look. We listened to her conversation with the men, and they turned out to be pretty mice guys. She invited them in, and we all chatted for a bit. They informed us that because of their faith, they had to do this every week for a year, and were only allowed 2 phone calls home each, and one letter a month. We felt pretty sorry for them when they left, and couldn't wait until the next time they would visit. Of course, out of politeness, we never called them Hellraisers to their faces, but still talk about it at parties.
there was a man at my church when i was little, and my older sister and i called him "the angry man" because his eyebrows were in a weird position so he always looked angry. we felt bad that he was angry all the time, and i wondered why on earth his wife married him...
When I was in primary school, one of the local ministers or priests would visit weekly to give religious instruction. When I was about 11, a catholic priest came and talked to us about catholicism. Afterwards, he asked if there were any questions. I stood up and asked "How old do you have to be to become a catholic?" I wasn't embarrassed at the time but I still go red when I think about it now. You see my older sister had converted to catholicism when she was about 12, (and was thinking of becoming a nun) so I thought it must be nearly time for me to do the same.
I used to believe that when the priest was blessing someone who had died and they said "God Bless so and so. In baptism so and so died with Christ..." Well I used to think that the babies drowned during their baptism, when in reality they were older people who had died...my cousin believed that too.
As the lights dimmed before my brother's baptistism service, my little sister stood up on the pew and shouted, "When does the movie start!"
At my church there was a wide side walk like pathway that led to the sanctuary and it went up in the middle so i beleived that was where God was burried (like he was dead) so i tried to step lightly and i got mad when fat people walked on it.
I used to believe that people were chosen by the pastor to be baptized and not of their own choice. I went to church ever Sunday scared to death that I would be "chosen" to be dunked in the water.
I used to go to Roman Catholic church services on Sunday mornings with my grandmother. During the echarist (I think?) the priest does his "Take this body..." schpeel and the congregation replies "Thanks Be To God". But my little sound holes heard it wrong, and to this day every time I hear the phrase "Thanks Be To God" I think of what I USED to think they were saying: "Thanks Peter God".
I 100% thought God's name was Peter.
in mass, instead of
"...for the good of all this church"
i always thought it was
"...for the good of August church". probably because my birthday was in August. didn't figure this one out until i was probably 10 or so...
that the money I gave at sunday school would go straight to God.
When I was young, I used to think only Mormons had cousins. This was because every time went somewhere, it was for a family reunion or family gathering where everyone flocked together. But when I was at school after vacation and weekends and told my friends what I did, they never ever spoke about having such experiences with any family or cousins and such. They only spoke of friends.
Hence. My believe (everyone at church talked about their family and cousins). . . . or so I thought.
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