But, "Judge ye not, lest..."

Consider the dichotomy:
1.) Catholic-in-name university with an established "campus ministry" and two experienced resident priests: not only does not offer regular confession times, but still hasn't called back three weeks after I left a message on the machine asking to set up an appointment for confession.
2.) Catholic-in-name high school whose chaplain has been a priest for less than 6 months: offers Mass early every morning, even though only 2 people attend, one of which is a graduate student from the unaffiliated university across the street; offers his services as a confessor when noticing said student's abstinence from the Blessed Sacrament two early mornings in a row; informs student that Mass will be offered for her on a certain early morning, so if she has any special intentions, ...on the day that her sister happens to be undergoing a C-section for her 5th child!; privately asks for prayers almost daily as he leaves the chapel to teach his high school classes.

Hmmm. Spiritual nourishment sometimes flows from the most unlikely sources. But if I ever get a phonecall back from that university's campus ministry, they're in for...

"Everything in love," Dad gently reminds me.