I don’t cotton much to the idea of a “mixed marriage,” because isn’t every marriage a mixed marriage? Otherwise, we’d all be married to our clones. But of all the many wrinkles in the exquisite tapestry of our marriage, the deepest and wrinkliest is over religion.
My parents took me to church every Sunday when I was a kid, but I never saw much point in any of it. And now that I’m an adult, I’m pretty comfortable in a life that’s random, brutish, and short. My wife, however, is a devout Lutheran, and she has a far more healthy and optimistic view of life than I do. It’s really quite sickening.
About the only thing we do agree on is that if Jesus came back and saw what’s going on in his name, he’d never stop throwing up.
Clearly, we had to address this before we got married. So we made a deal. My wife's faith is far more important to her than my indifference is to me, so the kids go to Sunday school and church. That way, they'll at least be exposed to sprirituality and decide for themselves whether it has a place in their lives. And when they're aloof teenagers who've decided that their parents are idiots, they'll know that one parent is a much bigger idiot than the other.