This story just broke; from the Houston Chronicle:
Federal prosecutors Thursday took steps to seize four U.S. mosques, including one in Houston, and a Fifth Avenue skyscraper owned by a nonprofit Muslim organization long suspected of being secretly controlled by the Iranian government.
Startlingly, less than a half hour after this news broke, I received the following email from a lady who recounts her recent visit to the Houston mosque mentioned in the story:
A few minutes ago I turned on the news and saw a mosque on tv. It is one of 4 in the USA being seized by our government. It has been under surveillance by the feds for some time, I learned.
This mosque was familiar to me because a couple of years ago I went there with a group of parents and children (confirmation candidates) from our church. Our goal was to learn differences in the two religions, ours being Christianity, of course. Entering, we all had to take off our shoes and put on slippers. That was OK with me, since we were told it is a sign of respect. However, that was the end of good feeling for me in that place. I don’t think any of us felt comfortable there, adults or children. There was not a feeling of love, peace, joy or welcome in that place. It felt cold and threatening and I felt increasingly worried. The females in our group, old and young, were separated from the males going into the worship area and most felt insulted by the attitude of the muslim leader. I realized this was a good experience for the young girls. I was proud that the girls were the ones who spoke up first – not the adult women – when we were allowed to ask questions about the religion. I could tell the girls felt devalued. They had been brought up believing, and rightly so, that girls and boys are equal in God’s eyes and He loves us all the same.
As we toured the building (mosque and school) we passed a table full of religious texts and books by Ayatolla Khomeni! The table was right outside the entrance to the men’s side of the worship area. It was all I could do to keep from saying, “OK, that’s enough, let’s go home now.” It was like seeing books by the devil himself on that table. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I really felt an evil force in that place and was so glad to drive thru the gates and go home.
I don’t think I need to remind you to pray for our country, our leaders, and our soldiers every day.
I am glad that the Feds are showing some decisive action here but with the Ft. Hood attack last week and now this, I have to wonder:
What do you call an “Overseas Contingency Operation” that’s not overseas?