Across Cultural Lines

I have a story about faith, family, and love.   My husband is Jewish.  Mind you he is not orthodox, he is very liberal.  His faith is a very private thing, between him and God. When we first got together, he was very angry at God.  I understood the reasons why and simply stated that things would change for the better.  I also quietly gave him the opportunity to go back to temple. He soon started celebrating Hanukahh and some of the other high  I always joke that his God must have had a terrific sense of humor to drop me into his life.  I know mine does.  Most of our early discussions about faith were around him trying to understand how Hinduism could have so many versions of Deity.   I usually made an analogy about how you can go to a large superstore and maybe get a little bit of everything, but you would not necessarily take your car there to get it repaired.  For that you would need a specialist.  I saw the various forms of God in Hinduism a little like that.  There were many specialists that you could go to, or if you needed a general idea of Deity, you could have that too!  Our extended family is a diverse lot, which lends to discussion, division, and synergy at opportune times.  During the winters here in Alaska, we tend to celebrate a lot around the winter solstice; a lot of partying goes on to keep the depression at bay.  We as a family celebrate all of the winter celebrations that we can.  Christmas, Yule, Hanukahh, all of it becomes one big mutable changeable "dinner is a this person's house tonight, to celebrate this," for the months of November and December. Recently, I took him to the temple here in Anchorage, Alaska.  He was curious how it would be.  He enjoyed the environment, but I noticed that he was getting curious looks from the other members of the congregation.  After the prayer and meetings with a Holy person or GURU were over, most of the members came up to meet him.  Most of their questions were,"What brought you here?' and "How did you who are Jewish, marry a Hindu?" He laughed and gave them the answer.  "I love my wife.  I would not make her change."  With that he was a welcome visitor to the temple.  I love him so much.  Honesty and Openness is vital in a good marriage.  We were each others' best friends for years before we decided to get married.  Now we have two beautiful daughters, who regularly go to both the temple and the synagogue here in Anchorage, because my husband and I believe that they should experience a diversity of cultures and experiences while they are growing.