My father's a Southern Baptist minister. I wasn't lighting cars on fire; I just wasn't.

My dad didn't want me to listen to Zeppelin, I think because it reminded him of his wilder days, and now he's a retired Southern Baptist minister.

I'm Southern Baptist, not a meteorologist.

an entity of the Southern Baptist Convention.

I even went so far as to become a Southern Baptist for a while, until I realized that they didn't hold 'em under long enough.

You see, I was the son of a baptist minister.