There are an awful lot of people who show up on Sunday mornings, grumbling that they couldn’t find parking, or that the coffee wasn’t as warm as it should be. Then they find some chair or pew to polish with their behind, put their bulletin on their chest like a napkin and say, “Feed me, Pastor!” After the sermon (which they didn’t like), they leave without saying hi to anyone, then complain that nobody is friendly at that church.