Here's part one of what looks like an interesting true story about a Jewish guy, married to a Bulgarian Christian woman who finds his pintele yid while buying bagels.

Family Matters - A Jew and a gentile meet at a bar...

I'd always assumed my wife and I were on the same page, a page that existed somewhere between agnosticism and atheism. This page recognises the universe as essentially chaotic and random, with no one driving the car except for the indifferent forces of nature and six billion or so largely carnivorous monkeys.
After a year or so of living in America it became clear that, as far as matters of spirituality were concerned, not only were we not on the same page, we were not even in the same book.