The Rookie

Traversing the web seems to be my new secondary profession, next to, apparently, consoling victims of faulty ipods, making irreverent commentary about my new boss (deemed Jewvis due to his physical appearance being the lovely man child of a jew and the king of rock and roll), and general tomfoolery. Recently, I've ventured into the realm of the oft-dreaded R word: religion. The subject is a realm well traveled in my circles, footprints of myself and me droogs trample the landscape, so much so, it visually lends the belief that we in fact vacation there, or at the very least visit often. The specific religion in question (they seem to be as numerous as stars in the sky) is Atheism. Yes, you read that correctly. Atheism. I have always held the notion that atheism was a belief (as opposed to a lack thereof) much in the same vein as black being a color instead of being vacant thereof and if the pattern that is emerging continues at its pace (as fast as a distinctly small sect, especially here in the activist oriented nation of Merica) Atheism will supersede Mormonism and Scientology in pure idiocy of following. Bucolic tendencies are obvious to the deity loving crowd, be it goddy god god or Captain L. Ron himself, but to unite in nothing under the guise of "intelligent mental faculty," crusading against those dreaded theists and their fundamentalist rhetoric. In order to combat such a notably large beast, a group has been assembled. An ambitious, rag-tag group with everything to prove, they seek to confront these theists in open forums in order to sway the populace into subscribing to their ideology. they are on a mission, you could go as far as to call them "missionaries," seeking to educate these mal-informed, barbaric heathens into the ways and methods of civilized society.
Sadly, where this wonderful portrait of colloquial life ends is in the inspiration (or lack thereof). I'm rather curious as to how one goes about motivating the masses into....nothing. Fiery sermons, choirs in an uproar, organs blasting, and the coffers fill. All because they have a subject matter that allots such a privilege. There's a mythology backing them, a story told time and again about this fellow who seems to be universally recognized in some regard as this bearded fellow who had a penchant for speaking and died horribly, the very image of his death pasted bloody everywhere. He most certainly is not alone in his sphere of influence, however his impact cannot be denied, for better or worse. The detractors of the poor fellow seem dead set on negating his words, even at the cost of (especially at the cost of) the people who found respite and influence in his words. Granted, his name has been used in everything from the mundane to the absurd to the downright obscene, but, as a whole, has it really been that bad? For every zealot and denouncer, there is a former addict or otherwise downtrodden who found rest in him. For every ignorant creationist there is a caring citizen who donates 5% of their income to aid those in foreign countries. With every abortion clinic bomber there is an aid volunteer working in destitution in another country. I could go on and on, but time seems to be communicating with slumber, and both have it out for me. The question is then asked to this upstart rookie, this greenhorn in the veneration game, how will you rally the fickle, capricious masses into bettering humanity as a whole? What tools and figure will you use as a battle cry to ignite the embers in the ashes of fields you laid waste to get there?