OK, serious question: What is your very first memory involving religion or God?

Answer 1

My grandmom's funeral. Seeing her body. My parents repeating to me that she wasn't IN that body but was someplace else and that made me feel better. I talked to "the real her" often after that. I was 5.

Answer 2

One of the most bizarre was when I was confirmed. There was as if a choir of angels singing in the balcony behind us.And all of the windows were blown out of the Church. There was also the Stigmata and a cross Stood in the back of the Church stained with blood. The Church was owned by the Catholic Church and was on lease to the Lutheran Church. I believe the Church still has two names. There's more but it's even more weird. When I had visited a few years ago the Pastor there had mentioned some of these things but I hadn't remembered them.Now that I have it's like a strange dream. Oh well.

Answer 3

My earliest memories were when I was two or three because my father actually preached for a little while. I remember crafting parties with the old ladies and becoming upset because the gifts under the Christmas tree were only props. I went up in front of the entire congregation demanding my present. I remember that another preacher stayed with our family for a few days. My dad told me that a "pastor" was going to visit us and I was under the impression that it was a ghost or spirit or something.

Answer 4

When I was a child, I grew up in a house where people behaved like they hated each other. I remember, even being so young, feeling terrible sorrow. I couldn't quite put it into words, but I knew there must be perfect love, perfect mercy, perfect justice, compassion, forgiveness, kindness...the opposite of what I saw played out in front of me, there had to be these things somewhere.

That is the very first time I can remember feeling the presence of who I later came to know as Jesus Christ.

Answer 5

When I was about 4 or 5 years old I hit my head really hard, woke up in the hospital. Jesus was with me the entire time, He never left my side. It is so difficult to explain, but from that moment on, I knew there was a God.

Answer 6

Being taken with my mother to the Priests house to get the Baptismal certificated amended as to the order of my names. I was about 5 at the time. Maybe 4.

Answer 7

Having to awaken fairly early in the morning , at the same time as it grow to be nonetheless darkish , to bypass to church with my mom and grandmother. Having to stroll through the darkish cemetry on the thanks to church. Then status in the stuffy church for some hours (the Orthodox facilities are fairly lengthy , and certain , status , 'cos Orthodox church homes do not have any seats in them), fairly hungry (you're not any further meant to eat or drink some thing in the day till you're taking the communion (i'm no longer particular if that is basically the Orthodox that attempt this). I used to get fairly drained status there. yet that church grow to be (and nonetheless is) fairly beautiful. that is blue and white from outside , equipped in the common Russian Orthodox structure form...

Answer 8

I remember my great-grandfather preaching at the Pentecostal church we went to when I was about 4. I had to learn a song about being "washed in the blood of the lamb," and I was so traumatized by it that my mom bought me a chocolate soda pop on the way home.

Answer 9

at about age 4 or 5 some people knocked on the door and invited the family to church. My brother jumped up and said YES he wanted to go. I only said I wanted to go because he said so.
They had bibles at church with stick figures for pictures of God and jesus.

Answer 10

I remember going to sunday school.


I don't remember this, but my mother says she gave me a quarter once to put in the collection plate and when she picked me up from sunday school i was playing with the quarter. And she asked me why I hadn't given it to the lady with the collection plate and I said, "Cause she wouldn't have given it back o_o."

Lol.

Answer 11

I was approximately 5 or 6 at the time, and I was in a Sunday Bible Study school class, it was time for us to provide our offerings, in what little money we had. I didn't want to let go of my dime, so I swallowed it...