Their faces peer at us from the shelf of every Christian bookshop. The names differ, but the photograph is always the same.
The close-up image clearly reveals every scar and pockmark of the skin. A shock of almost skinhead hair frames steely eyes that glare at us with more than a suggestion of malice, the lips almost but not quite forming into a snarl.
It is the image of the hard man. It communicates to us a sense of menace and it is intended to.