Robbing the cradle
Believe that God has a plan. I didn’t care that Richard was Jewish, or that he was not Catholic. I was, however, dismayed that he did not participate in regular worship services. We agreed that we would make no effort to convert the other. To learn something of our respective religions, though, we began going to synagogue on Friday nights and Mass on Sundays. When Richard went off to military basic training, he continued to attend both services every weekend. I got back a husband with a renewed commitment to God – one with whom I could share a faith life.
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