I have an awful minister at a wedding story that I never wanted to post on the main blog. My brother got married outside in August - a boiling hot, humid August. The day of the wedding was a scorcher, so that even those of us setting up inside in the A/C were getting hot and sweaty. My sister, my then-brother-in-law, and myself were all corralled into helping decorate during the morning, under the supervision of the minister's wife. She proceeded to spend half the morning yelling at us, and insisting that we stay until all the decorations were up, even though we said we wanted a little time to shower before the wedding. She didn't let us go until 20 minutes before the ceremony was slated to begin, and we were all in sweaty T-shirts and jeans. We had to hustle like mad to get changed, but we made it.
Now, as I mentioned, it was boiling hot, so the pastor decided that as a mercy, he would cut short the hour-long sermon traditional for weddings in their particular church. The part he decided to cut out was almost all of my brother's duties as a husband, and none of my sister-in-law's duties as a wife. We ended up getting treated to almost 40 minutes of how my SIL was sinful and weak and silly, and must submit and obey because otherwise she would lead them into disaster (my SIL is a very sensible, practical woman, with a strong faith). My brother got.... 'You must pray for your wife, because you are responsible for her soul and her salvation. If she is turned from the gates of heaven, God will ask you why you failed to save her. You are responsible for her prayers - she must pray through you now'. That was the extent of his admonition in being a good husband - mostly more about how my SIL is sinful by very nature of her female-ness.
My sister was so mad that she walked out. I would've, but I was riding home with my parents, who did not leave. My father refused to have anything to do with the pastor, though.