The lector welcomed everyone.
The priest walked out, stood in front of the lector and reprimanded her for not being loud enough.
Then he proceeded to welcome everyone to the 'celebration of our redemption'
She was gun shy, and waited to start the first reading when from one of the pews a man yelled, "What's taking you so long?"
I know my writing about this experience won't change what happened. It won't make the celebrant be nice or grant patience to a parishioner...but for some reason I thought it warranted a little blurb. I remember once when a priest (different priest) shared that he wouldn't say any male pronouns in order to express his solidarity with all the oppressed women in our largely white middle class demographic. But what about this oppression? If standing with oppressed women was really his call..then why not offer a workshop to his brother on how to be nice? Okay, this is a strange soap box, but somedays it takes so much effort to stay just one step away from liturgical pastoral despair.
In the meantime I suppose we just continue to pray and fast.