i read >> death by thomas boston and it reminded me about the pope, an excerpt>>>>But few men arrive at that length of life. Death does but rarely wait, until men be bowing down, by reason of age, to meet the grave. Yet, as if years were too big a word for such a small thing as the life of man on earth, we find it counted by months, Job 14:5. "The number of his months are with you." Our course, like that of the moon, is run in a little time– we are always waxing or waning, until we disappear. <<<< he goes on to say it is more strange that we are more natural in the grave then up walking being made from dirt. but when i think how many people called the pope holy father and how a pope can change the doctrine to universalism, i wonder what will he think now, as i am sure he has raised up his eyes to find his destiny.