Has anyone heard of / been to Hillsong church!?!?
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I live in Melbourne Australia and have traveled to Sydney a number of times and attended Hillsong Church, Concerts and Conferences. It is pretty Awesome, there are so many people who attend that they have 6 or more church services a day. \n\nYes they accept eftpos for offering, but what is wrong with that? Some people may not like to carry the cash on them, or feel led to give more than they have on them. We pay bills etc via eftpos, so why not our church offering. \n\nI also once had the pleasure of having dinner with Christine Cane (one of their woman pastors) when she came to speak at my church.\n\nThey are a Spirit Filled Church doing absolutely awesome things for God.
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I live a couple miles away from several of these mega-churches and I can tell you first hand, it is a surreal experience that I would not want to repeat. I dont think a church should ever get too big. How can you lead your sheep if you dont even know your sheep.
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Here's some random information I found:\nApparently formed sometime in October of 1832, involving a man named John Bate Cardale. They believe in Holy Sealing (to get the Holy Spirit).They do not pass an offering plate during services. It states that there are over 10 million members, to become one...you would need to go to the bottom link and contact them...\n\n\nAccording to the web you can find out more from the following web sites:
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I have also. My hubby was saved at one in Oregon. We plan on going to another in a few weeks. THey are a blast and help you fellowship with other Christians. I learn so much from them.
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There is quite an elaborate and wonderful story that mormons relate about the native americans.  I don't know if they are right, but it sure is interesting and probably one of the kinder forms of christianity that I've seen.  You should read some of their stuff, it's not bad!\n\nbtw:  if they are right... I will be in the terrestial kingdom (third level heaven) with all my friends... picture bourbon street!\n\nNot a bad option!
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mine is just right. It has the word  of God. I would change nothing. I donot like the mega churches because if you want the concert type worship music, go to a concert.  If oyu're worshipping the lord you do not have to go all out, you can keep it simple, if I would change things about churches I've been to then I would  wish it was more hymnal old fashioned instead of a crazy concert scene.
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Hi Stan,\nI met the theRoomate once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized theRoomate from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of theRoomate's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until theRoomate was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of theRoomate for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if theRoomate got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Stan, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Zealnik
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Hi Michael,\nI met the RobertE.Cashion once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized RobertE.Cashion from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of RobertE.Cashion's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until RobertE.Cashion was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of RobertE.Cashion for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if RobertE.Cashion got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Michael, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Roob
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Harmony Christian Church is where I went when I lived there.  It's on the SE side though in Choctaw.  Good church.
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Not yet, but I SERIOUSLY want to go!!! I think there may be one in Cardiff next year, which is relatively near me, so I'm going there like a shot. Their music is great.
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Why don't you ask the Fellowship of Inner-city Word of Faith Ministries? They would probably have the most up to date imformation, seeing as they are running it, and would probably be happy to give you that information, seeing as yo uare a member.
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Hi Tamara,\nI met the Dr. Sells once. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings. \nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion. \n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem. \n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized Dr. Sells from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of Dr. Sells' body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?" \n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!" \n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until Dr. Sells was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of Dr. Sells for a long, long time. \n\nI can't say for certain if Dr. Sells got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Tamara, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life. \n\nRegards,Trevor
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Hi Howard,\nI met the DuaneClark once, a few weekends ago. I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most others that church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or for a sick grand mum who fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I recognized DuaneClark from a wanted poster viewed earlier at the post office. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he was always moving around and never able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects of the procedure as the tension went out of DuaneClark's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until DuaneClark was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness of DuaneClark for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain if DuaneClark got the comeuppance he deserved as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you Howard, that you do find a sense of closure to this difficult episode of life.\n\n-Ryan
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I don't know about the non-denominational churches, but the church of the Nazarene is a very down to earth church.  There is one on Old Coal Mine Rd in Littleton.  My husband was pretty wild and had never attended church before.  I was raised Baptist.  My friend told me about the Nazarene Church and we went and both of us are now members.  They are very non confrontational, non offensive and totally non-judgmental.  It is worth a try for you.  I can't vouch for the one in Littleton, but we have been members of the one in Loveland and Colorado Springs, and also one in New York and Nevada.  They are all like that.  You will feel like you belong and are so welcomed no matter what your situation.  My husband does not like to claim a denomination, he just calls himself Christian, period.  Yet he will not attend anything but a Nazarene Church.  \nIf you try it, I hope you enjoy your time there!\nGod Bless!
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Hi "One_man_woman",\nOne time, I was walking to the corner market for a loaf of bread when I had to pass by a neighborhood church. I was somewhat acquainted with the structure as it was always mentioned in the newspaper's community section. Known as "The loft," folks would gather there on Thursday evenings for poetry readings.\n\nHowever, this day happened to be a Saturday afternoon and a pair of gentlemen greeted me as I walked by. They invited me inside to sample an hour of their presentation. Ok, I went inside and found myself to be a prospective new recruit for their brand of religion.\n\nMost of the pews were filled with hooded monks chanting a haunting rhythm. There were others who like me, were wearing their regular denims. The service began like most other church-goers would be familiar with. A grand master of ceremonies led the group through some songs and gave a sermon. Near the end of the hour it was time for their ritual of "laying on of the hands." Some of the parishioners would come forward and ask for prayers for their ailments or a sick grand mum whom fell down in the tub. All the hooded dudes whose faces could not readily be seen would all place a hand on the person and their combined energies were presumed to have a strength and expedite a solution to the problem.\n\nOK now, there was another new guy in the pews who was watching eagerly. I noticed he had a shaky-leg syndrome. When he saw a chance, he approached the ring of conspirators and described how he never was able to settle down. The hooded goons closed in upon him, all to make a physical connection. The master of ceremonies began a prayer, a dogmatic mix of logic and pure hocus-pocus. I immediately saw the effects as the tension went out of the man's body. When the beseeching was near an end, the master asked, "Are the brothers ready?"\n\nA suspenseful few moments passed until he almost shouted, "NOW!"\n\nOn that cue, the brothers began to pummel their hapless victim. Continually delivering blows over head and to the solar plexus until he was down on the floor getting stomped. After another minute, the grand Pooh-Bah decided the treatment administered was sufficient to induce a relaxing calm that would assuage the nervousness for a long, long time.\n\nI can't say for certain that the syndrome was lifted permanently as I had a loaf of bread to buy and some other errands to do that day. I hope for you "One_man_woman", that you can find a cure.\n\n-Mark
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i get to go everyweek. it's pretty incredible. not the perfect church by all means, but they try pretty hard.
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Go to the sinners.... and have a glass of wine while you're at it. I think it is an awesome place to meet and worship!