The Good Drug Dealer

Have you heard the one about the pastor, the priest, the drug dealer and the bar? Yeah, there’s a homeless guy laying outside a bar. He’s bleeding from his mouth and unconscious. The pastor goes by on his way to a church committee meeting and sees the homeless guy, but says to himself, “I’m late for my meeting, got to go.” The priest goes by on his way to a hospital visit and sees the homeless guy, but says to himself, “Who knows how he got there; I don’t want to get an infection or something since I’m going to the hospital; got to go.” Then a man goes by who is a drug runner and is thinking to himself, “Does anybody see this guy? Is anybody gonna’ help him?” He looks around, sees the people walking past this homeless guy on the ground and a tear comes to his eye. He goes to him and asks, “Are you okay, man?” Hearing no response, he picks the homeless guy up and takes him to the hospital. They wait at ER until 3am and once they see the guy, they bandage him up and send him on his way, so the drug dealer puts him in a hotel for a couple nights and pays his way. So who was the priest and the pastor here?