My former Church, the Free Methodist Church, originally split from the Methodist Episcopal Church in the USA in 1860. It split away over two major reason.
The first was the issue of slavery, the Free Methodists did NOT believe that slavery could be excused under any circumstances, that it was inherently wrong. The Methodist-Episcopals (or just plain Methodists) believed that the issue of slavery was one of personal conscience.
The second issue, and the one which in effect gave them their name was over the issue of charging a “Pew Fee”. The Methodist church followed the old English custom of charging an annual fee for a seat in a pew. The closer to the front of the church, the higher the fee charged. That was one of the ways they supported their churches.
The Free Methodists did not believe that anyone should ever pay to be in a church. They prohibited any fee being charged to sit anywhere in their churches.
Over time, the Free Methodists became more and more “fundamentalist” and strict in their observances, behavior and attire. In Oregon, where I grew up, they could not wear any bright colors, no shorts or slacks for women, no jewelry of any type, no dancing, no card playing, etc., etc., etc. They drove only black cars, and they lived very simple lives. In their lives, they were akin to the strict Mennonites (NOT like the Amish however).
I never heard a word spoken in that church about Christ loving us. Instead it was 100% hellfire and damnation, how the wicked would be punished, how we had to constantly fear the Lord and how we constantly offended him, for which we would be punished.
There was no joy, no love, nothing but fear, fear, fear. My grandfather was the minister of the church, and he also preached at “Camp Meetings” during the summer.
I was taught in Sunday School; at his church that nuns were literally the “Brides of the Devil”, and that they wore habits to hide their horns. I was taught that priests impregnated nuns, and that they sacrificed the babies at “Black Masses”. I was taught that the Pope was the “Devil Incarnate” on earth, and that Catholics were all attempting to bring people to the devil so they could be roasted in hell forever.
We had people come to his church, claiming to be former priests and nuns, who told stories about the constant orgies, the sacrifice of the babies at the alter, and other outlandish stories. Sadly, we, as well as most of the congregation, believed those stories.
My mother had no religion, totally rejecting the teachings of the church she was raised in. But, we all spent summers with her parents, and we were typical of young children, believing what we were taught. We adored our grandfather, and we accepted what we were taught.