profanation

The limbs and members of the slain Christ were made the vehicle of revolting profanation.

He gazed and then he did not gaze at all—it seemed like a profanation.

He looked upon married life, with all its hallowed beauty, as a profanation for a priest.

Have not many, who have ended their days on the scaffold, traced their ruin to the profanation of the Sabbath?

Rarely, if ever, has there been a more ghastly profanation of the Holy Sacrament of Regeneration!