Bruce Robison

By Bruce Robison Across the top of her bedroom bureau my grandmother had something of a prayer shrine: rows of carefully arranged photographs, the family...

The fabric of McIlvaine’s life was richly textured, a compelling and encouraging reminder of the continuing story of evangelicalism in the Episcopal Church.

Pre-Lent rolled in early this year. Septuagesima already past, at the Third Sunday after the Epiphany, Sexagesima as well, with Quinquagesima looming

When I was growing up in church in the 1950s and 1960s I would often hear about how our congregation was connected to the work of missionaries. Basically, the idea was that there were two kinds of places in the world: one, like ours, where most people were Christians, and the other, usually far away, where most people weren’t.

I think we've told Christian parents that it's not their job to be the teachers and spiritual leaders in their families.

The poetry of Easter is so very rich — reaching out as far as we can reach in our limited vocabularies for a way to say what needs to be said.

At the far edge of our science we aren’t looking so much at stars anymore as at the older light that was what the stars were before they were stars,

Jesus came for the people who know how it feels when you say "sin."

Larger ecclesiastical structures are of course inevitable, but they aren’t of much interest until it’s clear what difference they make on the front line.