Tithing for Nothing

Pay your proper tithe amount for years, even for decades, like my Mother did and what can you expect in return? Nothing.
I spent an incredibly frustrating 4 hours today trying to get hold of a priest to come and give my Mother the last rites. She is dying. Unfortunately, she forgot to schedule the event ahead of time with a priest of her choice so that she could have the supposed comfort of a member of the clergy there at her bedside, while she lay struggling for breath. We're talking a woman here who was a faithful member of the collection-envelope-filling congregation for decades, and yet today, when we tried to get a priest, we found out that she was simply shit out of luck, as far as three parishes in North York were concerned. She had been a member of Saint Paschal Baylon parish since its inception and only ceased her faithful attendance when she was moved to a nursing home. When I called there, all I got was a recording. I tried Saint Gabriel parish, on Sheppard Avenue East next. Although I got through to alive person there, the message was they would "try to reach Father Paul" and ask him to call me back. I made that request at 11:30 a.m. but never ever got a call back even though I called there twice more to ask if anyone had been able to reach the man. The last time I called I was told to try another parish. End of their concern, obviously, with a soul in need of clerical solace. Then I tried St. Wilfrid parish, on Finch Avenue West. All I got there was a recording giving the times and languages for masses to be said on New Year's Day.
Finally, in desperation, I called the Good Shepherd parish on Simonston Blvd, in Thornhill. I left an irate message there saying we had been trying by then for four hours to reach a priest for my Mother, who I said had been dutifully filling collection envelopes for decades. Within minutes I had a return call from Father Weber, and in no time at all, he was walking into my Mother's room. He, at least, has the correct idea of what duties a priest is supposed to be available to fulfill. He said to us that going to meet your God is the most important time in a christian's life, and that he was always glad to be able to help anyone at that time. He poured a little oil on the waters of my resentment for those other absent clerics, but not enough to make me forget that apparently their idea of helping at such a time means the parishioner must book a time ahead and then be bloody sure to knock off at precisely that time, or be ready to find themselves shit out of luck when they call for a priest.