Well, from all that you’ve related, that sounds like quite the compliment! If anyone says that again (I doubt they will, as softballs like that are usually only lobbed once), I’d beam and say, “Oh, you’re too kind”. Seriously, though, I’m sorry to hear this. The only thing I can suggest is to talk to that priest. Yes, he may be in the “in” crowd, but you should challenge him on that. Remind him of his vocattion: it’s not just a job, but a mission, and he has perhaps forgotten that.
You can’t talk to a person you cannot reach. Darn caller ID. I love my priest. He is Super Priest. Able to convert a roomful of athiests within hours. But here’s the painful part…I don’t have the right last name or something. I’m not sure exactly what the problem is. After Mass on a weekday I once asked to speak to him and he loudly replied that he didn’t have time, he was busy! He could have taken 2 steps, leaned close and whispered it. But instead, those standing nearby heard it and all I could do was stand there. Another time, again after the Mass on a weekday, I waited for the deacon and said that I needed to ask a question. Again, loud voice, I’m busy and I don’t have time! Both times all I needed was 30 seconds. I can talk in shorthand. I called the church one day to ask a question and was fully expecting to have to leave a message. Instead, the priest answers and the first thing out of his mouth after hearing my voice is that he is busy and has to leave to go visit the sick. I plunged right on and asked my question anyway. He calmed down a bit, but the conversation was still short. Yet I will see him leisurely stroll with someone else (inner circle?) and have a lovely interaction. Yup, I’m not one of the movers and shakers and so it doesn’t matter if I get tossed aside or not. He realizes his errors because he makes general apologies from the pulpit. I guess some are aimed at me. But talk is cheap and I have learned not to ask for or about anything. I do make encouraging comments to him ie: great homily, etc. If I had bad news from the doctor, I couldn’t ask for prayer from these people. If I were dying in the hospital, I’d be lucky to see ANY priest, forget about getting to see my own (unless my last name was…). More likely I’d get a prayer and some hand holding from whatever minister happened to be in the hallway. Oddly, there are other times when he will stop and make eye contact, or actually treat me with respect. I think it’s because maybe at those times none of the inner circle are around and he can do what he wants. I think he’s a puppet.