When hubby was in the hospital, he really wanted someone to talk to about God. He has no memory of two months of his life because of a heart attack that should have killed him.
They had two chaplains. The first one was a Catholic priest who liked to explain the color of the sash he was wearing. The second describe herself as a Bapto-Anglo-Pentacosto-Calvinistic-Methodistic buddhist, zen, etc.. Or, basically she embraced any belief a patient had. If you know anything about Calvinism and Methodism, you'd know that is an oxymoron. Doubly so, once you add in eastern religions.
Hubby had no one (but me) to talk to about God and he had a whole bunch of reasons he wanted to talk to a pastor. He didn't talk to either of them because he didn't have the strength to evangelize yet. And he needed the strength he could have used by talking to a fellow believer who wasn't his wife. (I count. But he is also head of the house, so it's not like talking to a guy on equal footing with him. And I hope that doesn't start a whole debate, because I'm not going there.)
Titles very much matter.