You laugh, but it's the Jesus in our hearts that the Pharisees convert. You talk with those Pharisees, and pretty soon the Jesus in your heart is nodding along, saying, "Wow, could I be a Promise Keeper?" or, "Sure, I'll throw that stone." It happens all the time. So, supposing  a mis-guided Francis hangs out with those wolves in sheep's clothing.  Naturally, the Dalai Lama gets curious about what everyone's talking and joking about, and the buffet looks good, so he goes over and says, "Hey Francis, introduce me to your buddies," and five minutes later, WHAM, he's gone too. Before you know it all the formerly holy guys are driving Lexi (is that the proper plural?) and getting their teeth done, and then there we all are, worshipping that calf, our shepherds having gone astray.  Bad news all around.