Not surprising. When my Uncle died, my mother went to the local parish with my Aunt to make the arrangements. The Priest cracked open the books and noted that there had been no contributions to the church in their family’s name and therefore, he would be unable to do the service. My mother flipped out on him because they attended regularly and put cash into the collection basket. They left the church and my mother called the diocese and unloaded on them. She then called our parish Priest who immediately agreed to perform the service.
As one judges, they too shall be judged.
I attended a funeral service at our local Catholic Church for the mother of a friend. The friend had been divorced and thus was not allowed to receive communion. For some reason that really angered me and I wanted to say “As one judges, they too shall be judged.” to the priest when he shook my hand upon departure. I did not say anything. I have great respect for the majority of the priests, but not all.
My mother in law was first in her Catechism class in the 1930’s, learning everything in Latin. She grew up very poor and did not have money to purchase a white dress, a necessary requirement for the service to join the church.
The priest would not let her join the church and she never did. To this day, at age 87 she never says the word “priest” without it being preceded by two expletives!
God’s Love is “unconditional.”