I’m Church of God, although I came up in the 90s after they’d dropped the legalism. (Although occasionally I see some elder women who still refuse to wear make-up, short hair, jewelry, anything other than long skirts, etc., simply as a matter of personal preference).
Church has changed over the years, and while I don’t agree with any of those practices, I am holiness and will die holiness. I still go to my church because our pastor still preaches the blood of Jesus, speaking in tongues, living free from sin, and miracles and healings. I really no longer care about denomination; the moment that changes, I will be out the door to never return. Mankind may change over the years, but God doesn’t. We wonder why the power isn’t there anymore...
I’m in the Catholic Charismatic Renewal. We pray in tongues, too. I have a friend at the gym who is a Church of God pastor, retired from chaplaincy in the Army.
Back in the 80’s, my mother’s secretary was CoG. She was young and unmarried, had just graduated from business college. My mother liked her very much, said she was very sweet, kind hearted, and an honest, hard worker. She didn’t cut her hair and wore rather frumpy dresses as I remember, but she was nice. The previous secretary had stolen from petty cash, more than once.