This is what turned me off about the Catholic Church: During the early 60’s a priest from the local church came into my dad’s welding shop. My father greeted him, they shook hands. Two nuns accompanied the priest. The priest said to my dad “You have quite a business here, Ray. Perhaps you could find it in your heart to donate a bit more of your wealth?”. My dad blew a gasket. He built metal shelves for the church kitchen when it was built, for cost of materials only. He thawed out the water line to the church with his portable welder during one very cold winter, free of charge. He made many generous contributions. He flat out told the priest , “You are driving a brand new Cadillac convertable, and you’re asking me for money? Get the fuk out of my shop!”. The priest turned beet red and almost ran out of the shop. The younger nun was astonished and kept saying, “Father he said the “F” word! “ The priest said “shut the hell up and get in the damn car”. True story.
Great story. Your dad is a very smart man.
My dad would have done something similar.