When I was growing up in a small MS town, we went to different churches. My parents knew just about everyone and we had tons of relatives. They would invite us to their churches. As long as they taught directly from the Bible, we were fine. I know they taught from the Bible because from the time I learned to read, I carried my own Bible. Nothing wrong with going to different churches. We loved it because we had friends/relatives in each. We even went to services in a brush arbor.
Nope. A born again believer.