One of my standards of life hermeneutics is the last line of one of Shakespeare's sonnets: Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds. I take this to mean that if you REALLY want to mess something up, start with something really good. I like to think that Popes like Alexander VI (Favorite quote: "The Papacy at last is ours, let us at least enjoy it!") were experts in smelling far worse than weeds. And even we Dominicans have spat up a few choice stinkers (hard as that may be to believe .... yeah, right.)
“nanny-nanny-boo-boo” Is that in the Greek? And the Bible (2Sam. 1:19,25,27), as well as a sad portion of evang. Prot. history testifies to “how are the mighty fallen,” though whether they did not strive lawfully but “climbed up some other way” (as the devil sought to do) is the other issue.
In contrast is the core truth that God “The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit,” (Psalms 34:18) “ even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at My word,” (Is. 66:2) and who thus trusts in the mercy of God in Christ, and glories in the Lord. (Jer. 9:24) Whenever i do otherwise i diminish myself.