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.
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.
