churchgoer

He was a regular churchgoer, and once claimed that The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis was his all-time favorite book.

Any churchgoer hoping for more spiritual sustenance went hungry.

She was not a particularly devout young person, but she had been a regular churchgoer at Zenith.

Her husband was a good, honest, upright man—a steady churchgoer and zealous worker in many ways.

He became, therefore, all of a sudden, a violent churchgoer.

He was a steady churchgoer, and his favorite divine, the preacher at his court chapel, was none other than Uytenbogaert.

He is no great churchgoer; yet, when he meets his parish priest, he touches his cap, but almost as he would touch it to an equal.