The Claymore and the Cross: George Wishart and Alexander Whitelaw

Meet the man who John Knox once served as bodyguard. His story will blow you away.

In the pantheon of Protestant thunderheads, where flaming beards and broken idols are the price of admission, there is a place carved in blood and smoke for George Wishart—a gaunt, ghost-faced Scot who preached repentance like it was a military order and carried the authority of heaven with the humility of a corpse.

But what vaulted Wishart from mere martyrdom to full-blown Smite Club glory was not just the fire of his sermons or the fire that ultimately consumed his body. No, it was the giant, steel-jawed, claymore-wielding bodyguard named Alexander Whitelaw who stood behind him while he preached. That's right. Wishart didn’t just bring the Word of God to bear on the forces of Antichrist. He brought a man with a literal two-handed greatsword to enforce it.

This was not security theater. This was not a polite usher with a headset and a clipboard. This was a walking Reformation apocalypse in a wool kilt, gripping a Highland slab of sharpened covenant theology. The sight of a preacher flanked by a man who looked like he bench-pressed sheep for breakfast sent the message loud and clear: Touch the man of God and get ventilated like a Swiss cheese icon. This was the aesthetic the modern church forgot: the union of truth and violence, of holy words and sharp edges, of doctrine and deterrent.

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