You've reminded me of another story from my welfare childhood. We attended Catholic Mass regularly, did CCD, all that jazz. One day the priest shows up at the door to pay a social visit. What he really wanted was to tell my mother that she was falling behind in her collection contributions. Here we were, barely enough money to get by, living in the ghetto, wearing hand-me-down clothes, no car, no TV, and a 700 sq-ft apartment, two kids and a "stay-at-home" Mom who couldn't work because she had two young kids to raise, and this joker was looking for more money than the $.50 or $1 my mother was able to kick in every week.
She kicked his ass out the door.
There's your religious establishment for you.