It occurred to me: I wasted two years of my precious youth at a small denominational college in Kentucky. I wasted one evening of those two years at a Christian coffee house, listening to inane music and pious platitudes.
Among those platitudes was the tale of some church in some small town that was converting sinners right and left. "Of course SOMEBODY was going to do something about that." the party telling the story said.
So, one day the congregation found a Bible burning on the church porch.
They saw it as a testimony to the power of God's word, and were rather proud that somebody had been so afraid of the Bible that they burned it.
It's a different take on the situation.