My husband is Episcopalian, but together we have created a committed Jewish family and stayed part of the Jewish community
By Jane Larkin for Tablet Magazine
When
I was growing up in New Jersey, my family wasn’t particularly engaged
in Jewish life. We weren’t ritually observant, and no one in our house
read the Jewish press. But there was one thing I knew for sure: that
intermarriage threatened the Jewish community. I don’t recall exactly
how I knew this. Maybe I heard the disappointment in the voices of the
adults in my family when they spoke about my uncle and cousins who had
married outside the faith, or maybe it was the topic of a High Holiday
sermon at our Reform synagogue. Whatever the source, the message was
clear.Nonetheless, during my teen years I mostly dated non-Jewish guys. It’s not that I made a conscious decision to defy my parents or my community; I just didn’t have many choices—I lived in a mostly non-Jewish town. When I went away to Syracuse University, which had a student body at the time that was 15 to 20 percent Jewish, my mother assumed I’d find a large pool of Jews to date. I didn’t.
Still, while most of my boyfriends were not Jewish, I never envisioned myself actually marrying a non-Jew. I knew in-marriage was important to my family, observant or not, and I assumed I eventually would marry another Jew. By the time I reached my mid-20s, though, I still had been seriously involved with just a few Jewish guys. So, when one of them proposed, I accepted. Given my dating history, I wasn’t certain I would get another opportunity to achieve what I perceived as the ultimate milestone: a Jewish marriage.
Choosing a partner because of his religion proved to be a poor basis for a sustainable relationship. After two years, our marriage fell apart, thankfully before there were any children. My husband was the right religion, but I wasn’t in love with him.
While my divorce was pending, I found love—this time, with a non-Jew. Falling in love with him forced me to think about my Jewishness and evaluate my feelings about the faith. Only when I was confronted with the possibility of intermarrying and all I thought that entailed—giving up my Jewish identity, and my future children not having a connection to the Jewish people—did I realize just how important Judaism was to me.
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Years
ago, I attended a Passover seder hosted by a wonderful woman. As we
prepared the table, my hostess took a stack of progressive haggadot out
of a box and started laying them out at people’s settings. Suddenly, she
started, and asked: “Which hagaddah do you use?” At first, I thought
she was nervous about her own choice, and told her I had no qualms using
whatever haggadah she and her family preferred. But she persisted. “Of
course, of course. What I mean is, which one do you like the best? Which
would you use if it were your house?”
I
never thought of myself as part of an interfaith marriage — more of a
faith/no-faith marriage. I am a Conservative Jew and my husband is a
former Jehovah’s Witness, now an “aspiring atheist.” I told him on our
first date that our children would be raised Jewish — indeed that they
would go to Jewish day school. A little forward, perhaps, but I had
friends who spent years arguing over faith until they finally decided
their relationship just wasn’t going anywhere. And I had friends who
wanted to expose kids to “a little bit of both” and then let them
decide. Bringing up children as Unitarians or Jews for Jesus wasn’t in
the cards for me.
(In
the category on “Countries with Very High Government Restrictions on
Religion,” Pew lists 24 countries -- 20 of which are Islamic and
precisely where the overwhelming majority of “the world’s” Christians
are actually being persecuted.)
He
was an older dad: a fun-loving, larger-than-life character who would
leave for work in his E-type Jag, a Havana cigar clamped between his
teeth.