I don’t ever remember making our three children go to church.
They have different memories.
I wonder if teen Jesus complained. I don’t want to go! It’s too booooooring! The rabbi’s an asshole! Why do we keep reading those ancient manuscripts? I don’t believe all that crap! What’s the point? Won’t God love me whether I go or not? I’m sick! I have too much homework. I’m old enough to make my own decisions. Judas’ parents don’t make him go.
But whenever Mary and Joseph pulled the “your the son of God” line on him… well… that’s quite a reputation to live up to.
Eventually though he found the synagogue a convenient place to go to stir up shit.