It’s a curious thing about Saturday nights: people will binge‑watch courtroom dramas, true‑crime reenactments, and gladiatorial sports highlights, but the moment you mention theological violence, everyone clutches their pearls and insists Christianity is a gentle woodland creature nibbling on peace lilies.
So let’s clear the fog. This isn’t a sermon. It’s a field report. And if it bites a little, good — that means it’s alive.

