This is Ron Luce, commander in chief of BattleCry, a burgeoning Christian "youth crusade" that bears all the marks of a fundamentalist religious terror organization.
Luce is forty-five, his brown hair floppy, his lips pouty. On the screens above the stage, his green eyes blink furiously. "The devil hates us," he exhorts, "and we gotta be ready to fight and not be these passive little lukewarm, namby-pamby, kum-ba-yah, thumb-sucking babies that call themselves Christians. Jesus? He got mad!" Luce considers most evangelicals too soft, too ready to pass off as piety their preference for a bland suburban lifestyle. He hates what he sees as the weakness of "accepting" Christ, of "trusting" the Lord. "I want an attacking church!" he shouts, his normally smooth tones raw and desperate and alarming. He isn't just looking for followers -- he wants "stalkers" who'll bring a criminal passion to their pursuit of godliness.
BattleCry's enemies are "queers and communists, feminists and Muslims...and the entire American cultural apparatus of marketing and merchandising, the 'techno-terrorists' of mass media, doing to the morality of a generation what Osama bin Laden did to the Twin Towers."
