Two to three times a week. Prefer Sunday Nights and Mid-Week. I've got no idea what our denomination is. All I can tell you is one way or another, we are Jesus Freaks.
The music is Hymns one song and something best described as Jesus Rock & Roll the next. If we have a chior, everyone is in it. We have a few folks with mics, but after the first word or two, they are usually drowned out unless its a new song. We have a piano, synth/organ, drums, bass guitar, two reqular guitars (one player is about to be inducted into the Alabama Music Hall of Fame), a french horn, a trumpet, a trombone, a flute (played by the lovely and talented Mrs. Redneck), and occasionaly other insturments.
Our typical service isn't. (Ray, I'd love to have you visit, but you've been warned
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The congregation can't easily be described. Picture little old ladies standing next to, big guys with prison tatoo's, hippies, yuppies, and homies. Our oldest member is a 98 year old lady. We are about(?) 80% white, 10% black, 5% asian, 5% hispanic, which makes us one of the most integrated churches in town. We have a couple Christian/Jewish families. There is also the token visiting stereo-type family from a main-line denomination that are in a state of shock. Fortunately we have a few doctors and nurses that attend as well.
Our senior pastor is this super clean cut father of two, who didn't grow up in church, was a FBI drug task force agent for several years and an alcoholic, is an ordained Methodist minister and seminary grad, and has been pastoring the same church longer than any other pastor in Hot Springs. His is also after the benevolence pastor's job.
Our assistant pastor has got this college-philosophy-teacher-thing going for him, usually sports a go-tee, grew up in a very strict church and was a drug addict, hippie, and college drop out. I don't think he has any formal religious schooling. Quit taking a salary from the church last year because he's independantly wealthy (tells folks he married a rich woman.)
Our benevolence pastor (the guy who's job is to give away as much as possible) is quiet, unassuming man who was a good ol' boy redneck druggie and occasional dealer, and all around hell raiser. We feed about 100 families a week.
My two best friends at church are interesting. One is a 40 something bachelor that lives with his retired school teacher mother, drives a station wagon, and when he is not being a handy man for little old ladies and single moms, takes the first person he can find(literally) sailing every time the wind blows.
The other is a biker that looks like what you would picture Jesus looking like, with hair half way down his back (often in a pony tail when on his bike), is an ordained minister, grandfather, walks up to total strangers (the stranger the better) and asks if he can pray for them. (So if Jesus in a leather jacket ever wants to pray for you, you've met Pete)
Basically we are a wierd bunch. But thankfully, Jesus loves the weird.