I think the entire collective mass of humans looks like beach sand......and so ones view will depend on the level of zoom and the filters through which those views are formed. You might think you've weeded out the troublesome fragments based upon your understanding of "troublesome" and yet the task is far beyond the capability of the weeder.
And so we wind up with a calendar of "pagan" holidays and "pagan" deities renamed Saint so and so.....and the good "converted folk" wearing a cross and a hammer, and various charms and amulets, going to church on Sunday morning and dumping libation from a horn of ale and making offering of loafs on Sunday evening. Some bold souls made war, some ran away, some hid inside, others bought the entire story Pagan and Christian, some converted, some don't believe in anything at all.......it's beach sand.
My personal take on it;
When modern humans from Europe swept across the lands of America, they met the Medicine Man, the Cunning Women.
"Modern" humans came from Europe to the land and found the people (who were also modern) Conquest under a self appointed title of divine superiority, at least that is the image painted and is still used to this day not just in the West........and hidden amongst them were also white medicine men and cunning women (else they would not likely have been alive) Then more "modern" humans came from Asia, and from the south, and among them were also medicine men and cunning women of different flavors but none the less NOT purely of the Christ. I'm not even getting into Islam as I have no interest beyond staying away from that mess (my personal bias from experiences).............still I challenge you to define the boundaries in realms that you cannot reach into (each other's internal dialogs and belief systems) on the scale of beach sand................
Surely there are individuals and groups that are absolutely convinced of their superiority and their absolute correctness as well. And just as assuredly there are those that know the power of such a stance but may not be so convinced and confident. The flavors of such things are indeed metaphorically comparable to the variance seen in the sands of a beach under a microscope. And in my strange pondering of such questions I turn my gaze to the night sky and I know, all the way down into my DNA and soul that I don't have a fucking clue..........................I know I'm full of shit...........Mother Earth opens her arms and whispers................."It's OK child".............