A Pastor’s Reflections was created in 2015 by Reverend W. Ross Blackburn, Rector of Christ the King, an Anglican Church in Boone, North Carolina, and longtime contributor to the Human Life Review. Now the feature, renamed Pastoral Reflections, will carry contributions from a variety of clerics and religious who, along with Rev. Blackburn, will meditate on abortion and other grave moral transgressions that not only hurt individuals but deform the culture and threaten religious liberty.

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Death as the Way to Life

  This coming Thursday, Christians celebrate Jesus giving to his Church the sacrament of his body and blood. The Holy Eucharist is both a remembrance and a proclamation of his death. Both are included in the earliest reference we have to...
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Blessing in Desert Places

    It was August when my husband and I moved last year to the desert Southwest. We arrived in plenty of time to soak up the last month of 100-degree weather. Since then, we have experienced sandstorms that recall in living color the...
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The Prodigal Son and “Love Them Both”

  “Love them both”—I have long appreciated the way this pro-life slogan acknowledges the sincerity in pro-choice expressions of concern for women’s welfare while inviting everyone to consider the humanity of the child as a subject of our...
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Down Syndrome Day?

  Have you ever wondered why we see so few children with Down syndrome today compared to past generations? The single biggest reason is that in the United States roughly 9 out of 10 babies are aborted if they are diagnosed with Down...
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Murders in Kansas; Marked for Life

  The mid-to-late fifties were a good time to grow up in Garden City, Kansas—a town of 10,000. My mother never lacked love, energy, dreams, and the most encouraging words. My father modeled a work ethic, held us accountable, and shared his...
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A Beautiful Outside

  It was the seventies. Susan and I walked past it every Sunday on our way to and from church. It was a lovely little house, single-story, low adobe wall lined with flowers around the yard, a walk to the door. One Sunday, Susan told m...
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