Oh my. I grew up in a very evangelical, fundamental home (until divorce changed all that), and this hits much closer to home than I'd like it to. I never understood how things like basketball or trips to petting zoos related to fountains flowing deep and wide and all that jazz.
Growing up the only things we were allowed to listen to in the car, while my dad was driving of course, was a set of CD/DVDs containing these exact children renditions of popular gospel songs and veggie tales.
Thinking about it now, I find it repulsive.