I grew up in a non-religious household. My father was a (very) lapsed Catholic and my mother had a spiritual ‘bent’ you might say, but nothing very serious. The town I grew up in was very small and predominantly Catholic. I went most of my life without knowingly meeting a Jew.
I stopped having any real interest in religion at the age of 10, one of those formative moments you might say. I didn’t feel it added anything particularly noteworthy to my life.
My experience of Judaism was pretty much limited to TV shows, I knew that Jews didn’t eat pork, that they had been heavily persecuted throughout history, and that they didn’t believe Jesus was the Messiah. That was literally all I knew.
Then I met a guy…
Correction, then I met THE guy.