This is the sort of thing that makes me walk into Mass at the very last minute, sit in back, and if there’s no priest hearing confessions during Mass and I might have mortal sins, I don’t go to Communion. I stay in the pew until most people are gone, pick up my stuff and make a bee line for the front door, bypassing the people having coffee and donuts. If anyone greets me, I acknowledge him briefly as I keep on walking, mumble something about running late, and burn rubber as I pull away from the curb.
That’s called going to Mass to fulfill my obligation, but my heart isn’t in it. I have to wonder about the hearts of half or more of the laity and of the priest’s as well, distracted by the scandal, lies, gossip, detraction, and total selfishness.