About 15 years ago I went a Holy Day noon Mass.  Father wasn't there and wasn't showing up.  At least for him and some others, cell phones weren't yet common.  We waited like 10-15 minutes, then three women took over, one leading the word and communion service, the other two doing the readings and distributing communion.  There was brief period of silent meditation after the Gospel. It all seemed right, holy and blessed.  I couldn't help but think of the women around Jesus, including of course Mary of Magdala, to whom Jesus first appeared after his resurrection, and who, some Biblical scholars think, was the preeminent apostle, written out of this role by, yes, us men.