1.0Somewhere between the Songshttps://edverner.com/blogEd Vernerhttps://edverner.com/blog/author/edverner/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="wZSmntgyzl"><a href="https://edverner.com/blog/boyhood-faith-israel-trip/">Boyhood Faith – Israel trip</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://edverner.com/blog/boyhood-faith-israel-trip/embed/#?secret=wZSmntgyzl" width="600" height="338" title="“Boyhood Faith – Israel trip” — Somewhere between the Songs" data-secret="wZSmntgyzl" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://edverner.com/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> I grew up dutifully attending the First United Methodist Church with my mother nearly every week. Sometimes my dad would be there, but not always as he was fond of visiting any of his patients that were hospitalized in the mornings even on Sundays, perhaps especially on Sundays. Church would include my going to Sunday … Continue reading ""