I was also raised Baptist in a small town in Missouri. We weren't part of the Southern Baptist, just a tiny church in our tiny town in the boonies. Our preacher was pretty mellow and cool, but we had the occasional evangelical visiting preachers that taught the old school brimstone, shi ite. Me and my buddies thought they were hilarious.. I was baptized by our preacher dipping me into, possibly, the coldest creek in SW Mo. you could just feel those sins washing away.