Michigan: New mosque in former Lutheran church…a not-so-open ‘open house’

An update on this Michigan church about to become yet another mosque in the rapidly Islamization of Sterling Heights.

Source: New Michigan mosque: A not-so-open ‘open house’? – LeoHohmann.com

By HELEN ABOUSAMRA

On a dreary, rainy Sunday in Southeast Michigan, my husband and I decided, after attending church in Troy, that we would drive over to nearby Sterling Heights where the former St. Mark Lutheran Church is being converted into a Sunni mosque.

A group of Pakistanis had circulated flyers in the community advertising an “Open House” from 12-6 p.m. on July 22. We thought we’d take them up on it.

Upon turning into the long driveway that led to the church, we were greeted by a rather lonely-looking, tiny house that seemed out of place, as if it were set down as an afterthought. There were no trees or shrubs adorning it. We learned later that this will be the new home of the mosque’s imam. The church building itself was about 80 feet beyond it.

Only six cars dotted the parking lot. We sat for a few minutes hoping more would arrive. We prayed, asking the Lord to give us His wisdom.

If this was an open door, we hoped to speak to a few of the Muslims regarding not only their plans for the church buildings but perhaps engage them in an honest theological conversation. I placed my beloved pocket New Testament in my purse just in case, and we ventured past a group of five kufi and thobe-wearing Pakistanis speaking with what appeared to be a Muslim man who was not wearing the garb.

When we entered the building, I noticed a tall, non-Muslim American standing at a wooden counter poring over hand-drawn configurations of the property. He was the Realtor, and he eagerly and excitedly told us the specifics of the property itself. The existing developed property is 460 feet, and there’s an additional 900 feet of dense woods behind the parking lot. The lot itself is narrow yet deep. Right next door, to the east, is a large Romanian Pentecostal Church. I wondered what the folks in that church thought of their soon-to-be new neighbors, or if they were even aware of them.

Next to the Realtor’s stack of papers and drawings, I saw a large quantity of pristine open-house invitation postcards, like the one below:

I’m guessing they wanted monetary donations not just a “Hi, welcome to the neighborhood” speech.

While we spoke with the Realtor, three Muslim men (there were no women present) made a beeline for us. Their hollow eyes said, “You’re not Muslim …Why are you here?”

We answered their unspoken question with, “A friend of a friend received one of your open-house invitations and since we were in the area we thought we’d stop by and ask what your plans are for the property.”

They responded that they were “converting this church to a mosque.”

“Where do you attend now?” I asked them.

Two of the men said they are members of the Islamic Association of Greater Detroit [IAGD] in Rochester Hills. The third did not answer.

“There are several mosques here in Sterling Heights,” the man in the navy thobe said with a big grin, and he proudly gave the locations of them, including a Shia mosque that has yet to celebrate a ground-breaking.

“We live near the IAGD in Rochester Hills,” my husband told them, “and that’s not far from the Ahmadyya mosque.”

“We do not accept them,” they all chimed. “They believe there are prophets after Prophet Muhammad, peace be upon him.”

“May I ask you a question?” I asked the talkative, younger man dressed in drab olive-green. “I have a friend who is Shia, and she insists her Quran is a different translation from the Sunni Quran. Is that correct?”

They all looked at each other, then replied nearly in unison with, “Oh, no!”

“There is only one Quran and it can never be changed and has never been changed,” said the man who earlier flashed the big grin.

“I have memorized the entire Quran!” declared the 50-something man dressed in a beautifully embroidered light-gray thobe. Instinctively, his chest puffed out.

Knowing that such a feat has significant salvific merit for Muslims, I gave him a nod, then addressed them all, “And just exactly where are your Quranic manuscripts, you know, like the early manuscripts of the Quran? Where are they?”

The youngest one straightened his back and said, “The Quran is perfectly preserved.”

“OK,” I said, “But I didn’t ask you that. I’m asking you where are the manuscripts that you could actually hold in your hands and read?”

They all stood stone-faced.

“Did you know,” I continued, “that there are thousands upon thousands of early Old Testament and New Testament manuscripts that have been copied so accurately with such meticulous care that they have little if any variation over centuries of being copied, and that if you wanted to, you could actually see them and hold those in your hands?”

The youngest one in drab olive-green turned on his heel and walked into the sanctuary.

The man in the navy thobe reaffirmed that there had never been any changes to the Quran, “even down to a letter marking.”

“If all the Qurans were destroyed, the entire Quran could be perfectly reconstructed because billions of Muslims have it all memorized,” the guy in gray added.

“Billions?” I thought but didn’t challenge him.

He continued, “This can be done because we have it in our hearts.”

These thoughts flashed like lightning through my brain: I wonder if all our Bibles were destroyed, could my church get together and rewrite the entire Old and New Testament, or even just the New Testament? And how would I do at that task?

My questions about Quranic authenticity remained unanswered. Afterwards I regretted not asking the follow-up question, “If you don’t have thousands of manuscripts to compare, then how do you know that the Quran has never been changed?”

We know in fact that the Quran has been changed many times, that there are only six manuscripts intact today and those are late, and that a final standardized copy of the Quran was not forthcoming until 1924.  Sadly, Muslims believe what they’re told and do not investigate.

After this exchange, the conversation went flat, and I wandered into the church auditorium while my husband talked with the Realtor, who had suddenly appeared again in the very small lobby where we were standing.

The sanctuary was small too, approximately 40 by 80 feet. The floor was shiny beige linoleum.  The walls were cinder block, painted off-white.  A large wooden cross hung on the wall behind the pulpit area.  I noticed that the pulpit was missing.  There were two sections of pews.  I could tell many of the pews had been removed, no doubt from the previous occupants, because there was a large empty space behind them.  On a side wall in the empty space hung a large white board on which a picture of the bowed head of a crucified, crown of thorns-wearing man was drawn in all red.  Written beside the picture were multiple Arabic words.  I got my cell phone, took a picture of it and sent it to an Arabic-speaking friend who later informed me that the words said, “Allah” over and over again.

One tall, white-bearded man dressed in a bright cranberry-colored thobe sat statue-like in a back pew with his knees nearly in the air looking pensively toward the cross in the front of the auditorium.  He won’t have to worry about being in an uncomfortable pew, I thought. All pews will be removed during renovation.

A group of about 10 pre-teen and young teenage boys, all dressed in kufi and thobe, were in the back pew of the other section, across from the old man.  They were chatting slightly loudly and were restless as most boys are at that age and were obviously curious when they saw me, especially when I took my picture. I’m a mother to four boys – men now – and I have a special love in my heart for that age.

What will the future hold for these kids? I thought.

I sauntered up to them and as I approached they became even more animated.  “How are you all doing today?!”  I asked loudly with a big smile, trying to look each of them in the eye. They all put their heads down simultaneously. The old man turned and gave me a frown.

I returned back to my husband who had just finished speaking with the Realtor. It was then I looked down the short hallway beside the auditorium and noticed around 12 boxes of pizza on a side counter next to the back door of the church. I remember thinking this surely was not like any “Open House” we would hold in our Western culture.

Where were the tables of goodies, coffee, tea and punch, and where were the warm, friendly faces of the happy ladies serving them? 

Where were the visitor cards?

Where was the, “Thanks so much for coming out on such a rainy day!” and “We hope to see you visit us again!” and “Here’s an information packet about us” that one would expect from a church open house?

We walked out the glass double-doors and immediately were met by two men, one very short and the other quite tall.  I smiled at them as my husband told them why we came.

“Hi! What’s your name?” I inquired of the shorter one.

“My name is Muhammad, and I am the imam here.” he said.  I don’t know why I asked, but I pressed for his last name.

“It’s Islam.” he answered.  I remember thinking that was an incredible name; was he telling me the truth? I had no reason to doubt him, but I still did. He was decidedly unfriendly. His eyes seemed cold and dead and looked totally vacant.

My husband asked what the plans were for the property.  Muhammad told us that all necessary changes would occur to the property to turn it into a mosque. We knew that meant removing all pews, all traces of crosses and anything else that smacked of Christianity.

“Do you have future plans for a day school here? Or even a college someday?” my husband questioned.

“Oh, no,” he said, “Nothing like that. We will have Sunday School here to teach the children and young people all about Islam.”

“Will you be building residences on the undeveloped portion of the property?” my husband asked.  Muhammad gave a vague, nearly inaudible response and didn’t say yes or no to the question.

The taller man was older, sported a longish white beard and wore an ornate kufi. His light red thobe seemed too short for his frame. He volunteered that he attended the IAGD when he heard we lived in Rochester Hills and that his name was Abdul.  He seemed much more open to speaking with us.

I decided to ask what would seem to him to be dumb questions.

“I’m curious about something in Islam. Would you say that you believe that Muhammad never sinned?” I asked, looking at him intently.

Abdul seemed to not understand my question, so I asked a different way, “I mean, would you say he was perfect and never did anything wrong?”

He gave a slight jerk with his head and answered with a definite, “No! Muhammad could not do anything that was wrong. Everything he did was willed by Allah.

“OK, so you are telling me that Muhammad was perfect, therefore sinless, which would then make him equal with Allah?”

He lowered his gaze at me and narrowed his eyes, “You mean God,” he corrected me.

“Well, no, Allah; Allah is your god, right?”

“No, you mean to say God.” he answered. I was later informed that the problem here was that I uttered the name “Allah” and that as an infidel this was punishable by death under Shariah Law.


Read it all.  Then watch this.

8 thoughts on “Michigan: New mosque in former Lutheran church…a not-so-open ‘open house’

  1. Pingback: Michigan: New mosque in former Lutheran church…a not-so-open ‘open house’ — Creeping Sharia | El Noticiero de Alvarez Galloso

  2. Uoo eee, uoo ahh ahh, bing bang, allah wahlah bing bang…..Uoo eee, uoo ahh ahh, bing bang, allah wahlah bang bang! Uoo eee, uoo ahh ahh, bing bang, allah wahlah bing bang….Uoo eee, uoo ahh ahh, bing bang, allah wahlah bang bang!

    Oh snot, I plum forgot–that’s punishable by DEATH!!!!! Oh gees, it feels good to make fun of the DEVIL!!!!! allah wahlah…. allah wahlah…. allah wahlah ….allah wahlah…. allah wahlah…. allah wahlah…..

      • YES! If only we didn’t need to have eyes in the back of our heads while we’re laughing! But seriously, I’ve made it my calling in life to EXPOSE this satanic BLOOD CULT! Americans need to wake up and stop giving them a pass!!! I don’t hate muslims….they’re deceived!!! HOWEVER…I DO HATE “pisslam” and the evil leaders!!! It’s one thing to believe a lie b/c you’re deceived, but it’s another thing altogether to teach other people to believe lies, just to make yourself look like a high and “holy” person!!!

  3. Shariah had no power over The CONSTITUTION of the United States. Shariah when mentioned should be shut down. It’s IDEOLOGY is wicked and EVIL. In America on her must ASSIMILATE NOT ACCOMMODATE !!

If sharia keeps spreading, you will not only be silenced by the media and big technology, you will be jailed - or worse. Speak while you can!

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