Wow, I think everyone here was more sensitive than I was as a kid. Even though I was raised Milquetoast Protestant, I don’t recall reading (or even thinking) anything spiritual until maybe high school age. I’ll bet I read/saw plenty of stuff where the deeper meanings went right over my head…
… and I LIKED it that way, dammit! [/danacarvey oldefarte]
The Kiddush Cup Who Hated Wine- It’s a kid’s book filled with talking (presumably Jewish) objects.
As mentioned
Narnia- We read the book in public school. I was quite pissed when Aslan came back to life and I realized the whole thing was a Christian parable.
X Men- For a long time, it was known that Magneto’s family died at Auschwitz. But the writers would not just come out and say Magneto was a Jew. I only learned Kitty was a Jew when she tried (and failed) to ward off Dracula with a large cross. He grabs her throat and burns his hand on her star of David. Nightcrawler looks like a demon but is a devout Catholic. Under some writers, it really worked.
Already mentioned: Tom Sawyer (His Aunts were always trying to teach him Christianity), All of a Kind Family
Not yet mentioned: A Secret Garden (Dickon sings the Doxology at some point) Jane Eyre, almost everything by Jane Austen, Anne of Green Gables, To Kill a Mockingbird*
Things I’m sure I read later: Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, and Gone With the Wind
*“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of (another)… There are just some kind of men who – who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
The whole thing is a Christian allegory. And the “real” characters (by which I guess you mean the Pevensie children) are absolutely Christian, specifically Church of England.
The book was written, after all, by a prolific Christian apologist.
First grade. I went to Catholic school. Instead of Dick and Jane, our readers featured David and Ann, their Catholic counterparts. Outside of school, it was probably when my mother read me a book about Kateri Tekakwitha, who was canonized a few years ago.
A year or two later, I read the
series, about a Jewish family in turn-of-the-century New York.
I’m yet another, whose probable first encounter with “religious stuff in fiction” was Tom Sawyer: our family were unbelievers, Dad particularly so; I remember him relishing Twain’s – gentle-ish – mockery of some of the odder antics of the church which Tom’s family attend.
The same goes for me. I’ve mentioned this elsewhere on the Dope; but as a kid, I found Tom Sawyer rather boring, trite, and not very funny. It was about another ten years before I thought “I suppose I’d better try Huckleberry Finn” – expecting more of the somewhat dreary same. To my surprise and delight, it was for me a very different animal — including (in parallel with the serious message) being often hilariously funny.
Another childhood encounter with fiction-type “things religious” – later than my reading Tom Sawyer, but not a great deal later – was Rosemary Sutcliffe’s 1950s YA novel Simon. Set in the English Civil War: the eponymous hero, a gentle lad, feels that he must enlist in the Parliamentarian army; his best friend is an equally convinced Royalist – poignant stuff, in consequence. The hero encounters fellow-soldiers of a wide variety of types, including one guy, a “red-hot hell-fire militant Anabaptist” in contrast to Simon’s moderate low-church position. “Mr. Red-Hot Hell-Fire” (who later goes disastrously to the bad) is named Zeal-For-The-Lord Relf – my first encounter with the historical thing of the Puritans’ liking long, cumbersome descriptive first names. A ripping yarn in the very best sense; I’d happily re-read it.
This gets me wondering whether anyone is in a similar case re G.K. Chesterton’s – numerous – Father Brown short stories (his Fr. Brown is, likewise, an amateur sleuth). Not true of me: I first tried them late in life and, I’m afraid, found them boring. Nothing to do with the Catholic content – just, boring.
The first of these that I read was the Little House books. The idea of sitting still all Sabbath in your itchy woolens horrified me as a 7 year old, and still makes me itch if I think about it too much.
I grew up both going to church and reading, so “first” is probably too far back to remember. I do remember reading several Arch Books in church (picture books for children that retold stories from the Bible); I don’t know whether or not they’d qualify under the OP’s prohibition of “scriptures.”
I do remember encountering religious elements in books by Madeleine L’Engle (A Wrinkle In Time; A Swiftly Tilting Planet) and Elizabeth George Speare (The Bronze Bow; The Witch of Blackbird Pond). I read Tom Sawyer. I read Narnia.
Except it’s arguable whether the characters of the Narnia books can really be said to have “had religion” within the context of their own stories.
I was a Jewish kid in a very Christian area. Despite having a few Jewish students, my elementary school only put some Hanukah decorations up after my older sister noted there were Christmas decorations up and my parents complained. I was used to being fed Christianity by those who either didn’t realize just how Christian something was, or didn’t care. So after enjoying a nice fantasy story with a witch and a talking lion and Turkish Delight, I was upset to realize that the story was all about Jesus.
ETA
In college, a friend gave me a copy of The Screwtape Letters. I’ve read it many times and HIGHLY recommend it. But, said friend presented it to me as a Christian book. In (I forget which grade it was. It couldn’t have been more than fourth grade.) The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe was presented to us only as a fantasy book.
Me too, I wouldn’t have thought religion in a book to be anything unusual.
My grandmother had a set of red-bound Christian childrens’ books called Bedtime Stories, which had belonged to my mother and uncles before me. I read the shit out of those things, even though they were chock-full of Bible verses. (I was a story-lovin’ fool). So those might be first; The Secret Garden seems a good candidate for second.
I still have some of those Bedtime Story books too. They’re of such sentimental value that I can’t throw them out.