I’m essentially a Jewish atheist; my wife’s family is mostly ultra-religious Ukrainian Catholics, who immigrated from Ukraine after WW2, of the ‘folk religious’ variety - they consider themselves, quite literally, more Catholic than the Pope, in that the Pope often will not sanction some of their more extreme beliefs (they tend to see miracles everwhere).
I often find them highly surreal, and no doubt, they find me the same.
It was particularly odd and disconcerting when we started dating. On one of my first visits, I read a devotional pamphlet sitting on their coffee table: it was all about various meditations you were supposed to do (in English and Ukrainian). Apparently, each day of the year you were supposed to meditate on a different torment suffered by Jesus for forty minutes. Since Jesus didn’t suffer 365 different torments, they had to get a bit creative; the one I was reading about was where “the Jews” rammed human shit into Jesus’ mouth.
Seemed more than a trifle odd to me, to sit there for forty minutes thinking about that.
Another time, I was sitting with her in her room when the door suddenly opened and in popped a priest in full regalia, with a sort of silver wand in his hand. He shook this thing straight in my face and out shot a stream of water, soaking me. Then, he popped back out and shut the door. [Turned out this was just a yearly blessing of the house and part of the ‘fun’ was soaking folks with the holy water].
Anyway, in spite of their oddness to me, and mine to them, they are good folks who have never been unkind to me.