My dad has since become a fairly militant atheist, my mom still goes to church and drives my grandmother to church. Honestly I didn't have perspective outside Southern Baptist, I just knew what other types of Christianity practiced through media and the like. I never noticed much emphasis on Revelations, though the idea of Jerusalem being a key part does ring a bell.
Of course my church was overwhelmingly white, most people dressed up. It was a step under a mega church, I'd just call it a relatively wealthy church. Baptism was the big thing (surprise), my particular church had a special baptism pool high up on the back wall behind the pulpit/choir area. Communion was a thing, though rarely, and with grape juice, not wine. There were youth trips, a gymnasium, Christmas cantatas, Vacation Bible School.
My family (mom's side) in particular had always been very prudish, nobody used words worse than "crap" in front of each other. Eventually you realize it's a facade, and everyone just wants to look good, not quite "holier than thou" but just kind of no one wants to seem worse than someone else. This past Christmas was the first time my family drank wine in front of each other. My mother asked me what it tastes like with a very disappointed look on her face, which is funny because my dad told me she used to like wine coolers back in the day.
Being at the church long enough, you begin to understand it's like that for everyone. No one wants to crack the glass exterior. Everyone gossips about everyone. Any conflicts just mean "well I'll just take my perfect family to the other church, on the other side of town!". This actually happened with my Aunt, my cousin was a drummer for the church and someone accused him of trying to steal HIS OWN kit from the stage on a day there was no service. So my Aunt's family went to another church.
I never hated anyone at the church, I just got to a certain age and realized it was all completely batshit.