My first congregation was in Queens, New York. The church was small and I had an office in our home, next door to the church. This arrangement worked really well until kids arrived and began to invade my sanctuary. Kids were not the only ones to invade.
I remember a week in the first year or two of ministry there, where I was studying the parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10). The point of that parable is to answer the question “Who is my neighbor?” It is interesting that the religious insiders did not do anything about the man that was robbed and beaten. It was the religious outsider who took him in his personal care and paid for his treatment. The religious insiders apparently had urgent business to do at the house of worship.