As a Pastor, I Can’t Define Life’s Edges. Neither Can Lawmakers

A doctor walks past a poster showing images of the development of a human fetus at a fertility clinic in Rome on June 6, 2005. REUTERS/Alessia Pierdomenico

As a pastor I don’t ask, in this holy space of in between, when death is drawing near, theological questions about personhood or ensoulment. Neither do medical definitions of what marks life’s margins — heartbeats, breath, or brain function — occupy my concern. These are the gray edges of life.

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