Okay. I accept this challenge. (And yes, I know you didn't set it up as a challenge, but you keep assuming all of life is one way only.)
Why we don't go to church in no particular order. Because:
-- I cannot sit or stand for more that 30 minutes without squirming. Squirming distracts others who can. I sat in a chair at my brother's house for longer on Sunday. Today is the first day since then I'm almost back down to managed pain levels. If I went to church on Sunday, Monday through Thursday would make me do what I've been doing all this week. (You don't want to know, but it wasn't pretty.)
-- He cannot sleep right. He will not take a sleeping pill because he hates being groggy all day. Problem -- he's not up and ready to go out on Sunday mornings. Church meets on Sunday mornings.
-- He exhausts easily.
-- Church isn't just a place to sit, listen to a sermon, feel better about yourself, and go back to regular life. It's a place to edify. "Edify." Great word. When we're physically with other believers edify usually comes in three forms: voice, nearness to others, (which BTW comes back to standing our sitting for longer periods of times than I or he can do), or physical work. Bzzzz on the physical work. Backs and strength are required for that one, so we're left in the dust.
-- Churches are places people go to get help. Unfortunately, in this day and age, the only people churches help are those who are already able. If you can't go, you're not a member. If you're not a member, they think you're using them so won't or can't. (I never got the inside story to find out which it was, but it always ended up NOT!)
So, go for it, Mr. Everyone-should-be-in-a-church. Do tell. How does that happen?
Because little do you know? Most of the long-timers here are all in the same boat. We come here because we CANNOT go to church. What do we do? Keep waiting around until we can find a church that just happens to meet close to us at that particular moment when we can go?
And, nope! Can't start one at home, because our home looks pretty much like what one would picture it looking like with two disabled people living here and no one from church would dare come in. OR, if they dared, they'd expect tea and crumpets, not a bucket of soapy water and dusting cloth. (It's embarrassing. Particularly when there are people who would leave just to gossip on how much those people need church.)
So, do tell. How is it everyone here should be a part of church? (Especially given the concept of "where two or three are gathered" was thrown out the window.)