The Pope has been struck down with a life-threatening illness. He’s called on the flock to pray for him.
I’m bewildered.
If the all powerful deity he’s spent his life preaching about who’s calling all the shots, wants to so inflict him, then surely he shouldn’t question his decisions.
More important, one would think if he truly believed the nonsense he’s devoted his life to spreading, namely a post-death eternal existence in paradise, one would think he’d be bloody keen to get there.
Not so it seems.