My Christian master is a teacher, happy in crowds. Yet, I've worked from home most of my life. From, not at.
But a decree went out that we must all work from home if possible. For a while it pleased some people greatly. Although others, who built stuff, cared for the sick or processed food to name but three, had to go to work.
'Honey, I'm back.'
'What's that cow doing here?'
'Well I'm working from home tomorrow. Those pies don't make themselves. I'll leave it on the dining room table for now.'
No. That conversation never happened.
Those who could stay (probably undistracted by others working in the same house or kiddies needing education) enjoyed the absence of commute and the dress-down. For a bit.
Then the realisation. Friendships are formed in a thousand photocopier or water-cooler moments. Chat over a sandwich. Drink after work. Working at home perhaps something was lost as well.
Yes, many of us would prefer to go to fewer meetings, but a real flesh and blood boss with vision is motivating.
Most faith communities value precisely that - community. Helping and teaching people. Hermits need nothing. Community needs shepherding.