Top 33 Methodist Quotes

My Methodist upbringing was very formative in my politics. I was born in 1969, and there was all this ecumenical ‘we’re in this together’ sensitivity that was part of the United Methodist Church in the 1970s.

I grew up in the United Methodist Church, and church was always a very big part of my growing up.

My mother’s early life revolved around the Methodist faith.

Then I went off to Southern Methodist University in Dallas. They had a really wonderful theatre department.

An atheist is a man who watches a Notre Dame – Southern Methodist University game and doesn’t care who wins.

My mother had aspirations to become a concert singer. Her Methodist Minister father didn’t approve of young girls leaving home until they married, so she had to pass it up.

Let me be clear: I am a Methodist. By that, I mean I think John Wesley was a recovery of Catholic Christianity through disciplined congregational life.

I guess you could say, I’m just a typical Methodist kid at heart.

If you’re raised Methodist, Catholicism is a bit of a workout. It’s sort of like you’re up, you’re down, you’re up, you’re down. It’s a continual hokey-pokey.

In 2011, my wife, Courtney, and I, with my amazing mother and sister, opened the Nantz National Alzheimer Center at Houston Methodist Hospital.

I know I wanted to be a comic when I was nine. I was thirteen the first time I did it. I was attending a Methodist Church youth retreat at the University of Southern Alabama. They held a talent show on the last night. I won, and then I made out with a 14-year-old girl from Prattville, Alabama.

My grandfather was a Methodist preacher, and my father was an unsuccessful businessman. We didn’t have status or wealth.

The average Liberian, it turns out, does not share the same assumptions as the average black Methodist minister from Chicago.

I’m a Methodist, but not as an actor.

My mother told me once that she and my father agreed that I would not be brought up Jewish in Chicago. She had me going to a Methodist church.

I was raised in an evangelical Methodist church. Evangelical meant that though you had been baptized and made a member of the church on Sunday morning, you still had to be ‘saved’ on Sunday night. I wanted to be saved, but I did not think you should fake it.

My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts – with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist – outside on the church lawn.

I was reared in the conservative atmosphere of a Methodist parsonage.

I was raised in the Methodist Church, which is a very Germanic, military kind of music they have there. I heard this other music on the radio: Pentecostal. That was right up my street.

I grew up in the Methodist church. My wife grew up in the Baptist church. And wives get everything they want. So we got married in the Baptist church.

Both my parents are Methodist preachers, I grew up in a church.

I was raised in a little church, the Grundy Methodist Church, that was very straight-laced, but I had a friend whose mother spoke in tongues. I was just wild for this family. My own parents were older, and they were so over-protective. I just loved the ‘letting go’ that would happen when I went to church with my friend.

First of all, do I think there’s some racists in the Tea Party? Yeah. I’m an ordained United Methodist pastor; there’s some racists in the Methodist church. I don’t know if there’s a body that does not have some racists in it.

When I was a little kid going to Methodist church, I actually envisioned one day that I would become a minister but I never pursed that.

To me there’s nothing different in principle with a Catholic adoption agency, or indeed Methodist adoption agency, saying the rules in our community are different and therefore the law shouldn’t apply to us. Why not then say sharia can be applied to different parts of the country? It doesn’t work.

Our society is divided by the culture wars into the Left and Right, and the United Methodist Church has always stood historically in the center and has been willing to listen to and to bring together those things that often are found in opposite camps.

I grew up in a little Methodist church that was very rural, very community support-oriented, made up of great people who talked about love and grace and the spiritual experience, but only in rhetorical terms.

My mother grew up in abject poverty in Mississippi, an elementary school dropout. Yet, with the support of women around her, she returned to school and graduated as class valedictorian – the only one of her seven siblings to finish high school. She became a librarian and then a United Methodist minister.

My wife and I have what’s known as mixed marriage. I am a Methodist, she is a Muslim. So we’re keeping it in the M’s.

My father was a Methodist and my mother was a Baptist.

I grew up very heavily involved in a United Methodist Youth organization. I grew up going to church camp for years. I ministered, and country music stole me away. It was just where my heart wound up. It’s what I wanted to do.

I spent summers with my mother’s parents in Arkansas, where religion felt very present. My grandmother was Baptist, and my grandfather was Methodist. Double Southern whammy.

I am – and have always been – a Methodist.