Onward, Christian Soldiers

"Am I better when I try to look like the pretty girls on TV?" she whispers, eyeing a couple of guys across the room. The well-endowed girl is sensitive about the constant references to her chest she hears at school, and now it's trickled into a few offhand remarks in the youth group. She can't help but worry about her body image, she says, but, "How come I don't feel like this when I'm all into God?"

It's that "all into God" feeling she wants to reclaim and struggles to keep up during the months between Acquire the Fire rallies. It's why Dromgoll has called the kids together this evening. "Birds of a feather," he says, and is joined by the group for "flock together." Stay in touch, he says. Be friendly. Play nice. This seems to satisfy everyone, and after a brief prayer, the kids are dismissed.

Daniel climbs down off the communion rail and looks at Dromgoll. Sure, he's the same kid that told his church congregation, after the Acquire the Fire rally, that he felt God physically hold his hand that day. But he's also a teenager, revolutionary Battle Cry movement or not.

"Hey," he says, "I thought we were supposed to have pizza?"