Robyn B. Martin, The Forward
Around the time my relationship with my now-wife Rachael took a turn for the serious, we went for a hike in the desert and talked about religion. Rachael is Jewish. I am Catholic. Rachael’s Jewishness was mostly cultural. (Holiday recipes, yes! Holiday services or prayers, absolutely no!)
Above: Iris Schaen and Jenny Schaen hug as they join with others for a Community-Wide Solidarity Vigil at the Holocaust Memorial Miami Beach to remember the victims of the mass shooting at a Pittsburgh temple on October 30, 2018 in Miami Beach, Florida.
By contrast, religion in all forms has always played a central role in my life. I hit all my Catholic milestones growing up. I led a rosary group in law school. My mother attended daily mass and knew the parish priests by name, but she also studied at a local Buddhist temple and went to Baptist services with my grandfather. I never expected or wanted Rachael to convert to anything, but I had always assumed that our home would be a Catholic home and our kids, if we ever had any, would inherit my religion.
Rachael had other ideas, and ultimately, she won the day with an argument that was both simple and irrefutable: There are a lot of Catholics, but the world always needs more Jews.