Please don't think I was being rude.
I was brought in in a particular denomination and after seeing so much gossip and hypocracy, I left.
Wasn't brought up in pentacostal or charasmatic. But, I did willingly attend services for a while when i was first saved. While the churches I went to were very friendly to me, despite how "evil" I looked, they never let me forget that I didn't belong there dressed like I was. Often making a point of how the Spirit was "directing" them to "someone" in the room or something like that.
I'm pretty sensitive to His calling. I don't question, even for a second, when i feel that God wants me to do something, or when God is working with someone's heart. But there...I felt nothing. Could have been sitting at work and had a better experience. Just felt like they were trying to "summon" God. Felt a bit TOO much like the wiccan and druid seremonies I had visited in the past. Felt fake.
I won't go so far as to say that the whole religion is tweaked, or even that those particular congregations were lost. But they were far too concerned with their own sets of rules and rituals to really KNOW God IMO.
What i found most interesting, was one conversation with a lady at the last place I visited. I hated going there, but I sincerly felt that God had a purpose in sending me there (long, kinda sad story). But one lady pulled me aside and asked why i dress the way I do. Because they don't "believe" in wearing black, or jewelry (I have 6 piercings), or long hair, or anything like that. My response was simply that I came to Christ as I was and if He gives me even the slightest hint that he doesn't want me to dress like this anymore, I'd stop. I have more reasons, but for the sake of this conversation, that was the important one to focus on. Because her response, was "but our church doesn't believe in any of that, and you look ... (she actually looked around and whispered this part quietly) ... like a goth."
That statement told me a lot. She was much more concerned with what THEY believed, the rules of their church, than with the calling of the Holy Spirit. I don't care that she didn't understand what a goth was to begin with, though I found it amusing as I always do. But to her, the Holy Spirit was secondary, because I repeatedly told her, if I'm the least bit convicted about it, I will change. I had dropped a number of things when I came to Christ and I have never looked back. Taking out a few piercings and cutting my hair wouldn't have been as big as many of the others.