What would Jesus do on spring break?

In the middle of Daytona's annual season of sin, I went undercover with a group of evangelical Christians trying to convert drunk partygoers. God help me.

Editor's note: The following is an excerpt from "The Unlikely Disciple: A Sinner's Semester at America's Holiest University" (March 2009, Grand Central Publishing).

"March 18, 2009 | It's Spring Break in Daytona Beach, Fla., and hundreds of rowdy coeds are packed into Froggy's Saloon, where a nubile blonde gyrates seductively on top of the bar, her belly button ring shimmering like a bass jig in the sun. Motley Crüe's "Girls, Girls, Girls" plays to wild cheers as the blonde fishes bills out of the empty beer pitcher marked "Tips for Tits."

When the blonde -- who is maybe 18 -- removes her tube top to reveal a pair of star-shaped nipple shields, a short, demure college sophomore named Brandon holds his beach towel over his eyes. On his wrist sits a white "LivePure" bracelet. Scott, our group leader, rubs Brandon's back. "Satan is strong here," he says. "But remember: Every person is a person for whom Christ died, whether they're wearing a lot of clothes or no clothes at all."

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