When [Jesus] came to Nazareth, where he had been brought up, he went to the synagogue on the Sabbath day, as was his custom. He stood up to read, and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was given to him. He unrolled the scroll and found the place where it was written: “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he has anointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim release to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind, to let the oppressed go free, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:16-19 NRSV)
Jesus was a good person, a good man, a good Jew. He went to synagogue on the Sabbath.
Scripture says it “was his custom.”
I was raised in a home where church was important. When I was old enough to ask questions about Sunday School and worship services, Mother told me to be still and listen. I learned “Jesus Loves Me” at church and John 3:16 at school. (This was when scripture could be read in schools; we were encouraged to memorize The Lord’s Prayer. I know, I’m old!)
I loved church. The scripture passages I memorized in Sunday School are still in my head, and the hymns that supported the scriptures added to my understanding.
I have to say that looking back, it was the power of preaching that made me a Christian. I have heard simple sermons from good men and women; I have heard wonderful sermons that I will never forget, preached by a blind man, a good man who blacked out in the pulpit (with what we later learned was a brain tumor), and a South African man who was the best ever!
Go to church!