I think your feelings are very prideful.
Everyone wants to feel welcome and loved.
But you are wanting more out of this poor man than you have a right to ask.
Yes, priests represent God in some respect, but they are also human.
If you are not American, then perhaps Priests are treated nicer in your area/country. Where I live you might have one priest for 3,000 FAMILIES. That means maybe 5,000-20,000 people that they pastor. Most don’t attend regularly. Many have issues with hierarchy. To make matters worse, in my area it isn’t uncommon for priests with collars on to be spat on or name called or even have their tires slashed because people think that “all priests” are child molesters. (Police do nothing) To the point where the bishop allows priests not to wear their collar in public if they do not feel safe.
They are older. Their families have passed on. They often eat dinner alone…or miss it all together because they have no time. A very good priest friend of mine admitted to me after the 11AM Mass that because a fellow priest had been ill he’d done 3 masses back to back, had not been able to eat breakfast and had a 2-hour baptism class starting in 15 minutes and then an emergency parish council meeting across town, then back for a youth group meeting after that. I asked him when he was going to eat and he said, “I’m starving, but I don’t have a moment until about 9 tonight.” I ran to my car and got him crackers and a juice box. Then I asked him what his favorite sub was and ran to the sub shop and got him a foot long and a drink that could take him through the rest of his day. The poor guy was in his mid-70’s. It was not right or healthy for him to go a day without food especially given what he had to do.
You know? I’m betting when he was in the middle of finally pulling off of his alb and I was speaking to him there were a dozen people he “ignored”.
His burden was SO great, yet he was the kindest person in the world. Would give you the shirt off of his back.
There were actually many parishioners who didn’t like him…for some of the reasons you express here. You know what changed? The parish, not the priest. When I told the surly man who was asked to help lock up the church why I needed to get into the church during the baptism class he was like “oh, I had no idea. I’m just supposed to be an usher but Father asked me to lock up and I couldn’t say no to a priest. I was actually really angry because I signed up to just be an usher, not church caretaker—I didn’t realize.”
And he told his wife, who told the knitting group who then set up a profile on this “take them a meal” website so Father would never go hungry when he had crazy days. And you know? Many of those who disliked Father are his best “advocates” now.