Muslims Attempt Jihad in Williamsburg, USA!

Muslims Attempt Jihad in Williamsburg, USA!
By Mary Ellen Urmin

In one of our nation's first settlements, a bastion of freedom founded upon the gospel of Jesus Christ, Satan attempted to throw a coup d'etat over liberty. But, as always, Truth prevailed! The moral of this story is: When you know the Truth and are willing to express it (in this case, wear one of the Operation Save America [OSA] T-shirts in public), don't expect an easy way.

I'd been in Williamsburg for only a week before I'd seen the sad truth that even in one of America 's first colonies, founded by Christians eager to set up a new land free of the tyranny of England and suppression of the gospel, the foundation of our freedom has begun to crumble due to the enemy within - our own ignorance. When the inevitable captivity and destruction comes upon us that we so deserve, we will have no one to blame but ourselves.

My visit began earlier the same week with a pleasant walk through colonial Williamsburg wearing another OSA shirt, one that proclaimed “Jesus is the Standard” on the front. Much to my encouragement, there were a few fellow Americans who smiled at the message, even going out of their way to acknowledge their appreciation for my shirt. Believing that our country is becoming less and less tolerant of bold proclamations of Jesus, their response was refreshing, and gave me hope. It would only be days later though that, while wearing another shirt with a much bolder message, I was once again reminded we have become a pluralistic society intolerant to a belief that there could only be One Way, One Truth and One Life. The very core of our nation's existence, faith in Christ and His Holy Word, are quickly being wiped away in a nation who has forgotten her God.

This second T-shirt, which states the word “INTOLERANT” on the front in white letters on black, is currently the most hated shirt in the entire OSA inventory. You see, it has the audacity to state the following on the back: “HOMOSEXUALITY IS SIN, ISLAM IS A LIE, ABORTION IS MURDER. Some issues are just black and white.” The front also has a scripture from John 14:6, a quote from Jesus which happens to be pretty intolerant itself. Isn't it interesting that people who don't know Jesus never quote these statements of His? It is this shirt that I wore one day and on that day, decided to frequent a coffee shop attached to a bookstore.

Upon approaching the establishment, I became aware that, seated on the very patio where I intended to sip my java and read my Bible, were three Muslim men. Immediately, I began to rethink my intended plan. “I don't feel like being confrontational”, “I'm not ready for this”, and “What will they say” were among the thoughts that raced through my mind. The option of going somewhere else also occurred to me, but then, why should I have to leave? Why should I have to apologize for, or even not allow, my theology to be known? Aren't we still a nation whose guiding principle is freedom, including freedom of speech??

Well for one, I reasoned, most Americans do not understand the problem Islam presents, nor the destruction God will allow to be reaped through that foreign religion on a nation whose foundation is diametrically opposed to their teachings. And therefore, a shirt bearing the message this one does seems so.... so intolerant! So judgmental, so unloving.

And secondly, most Americans believe that Jesus loved everyone. He allows everyone to follow their own different religions, just as long as they're “good people”. These seemed like reasons enough not to go in to me! But nonetheless, I was not able to retreat. I was compelled by the desire to share the Truth, to go forward into the politically correct ambience of that bookstore, and sit exactly where I had intended, near the very objects of my message. I would not be dissuaded from my purpose, to read my Bible and drink a coffee while waiting for my next appointment. I threw my shoulders back and focused my eyes on the opportunity which lie ahead.

I entered into the café area, hoping that preoccupation with their personal activities had kept all eyes off of me. I ordered my standard decaf coffee with a smile and personal quips to the minimum-wage- paid employee behind the counter. He seemed innocent enough, yet wasn't eager to return my attempt at friendly banter. I thanked him, took my coffee, and walked out onto the patio where I took a table a few away from the Muslims. Sitting in a chair with my back toward the parking lot, the message of my shirt seemed to be blocked from their view. Thinking I had unobtrusively slipped through, and now could enjoy the reading of God's Holy Word in a public venue, an act still currently legal in America, I pulled out my Bible and began my quiet time, an oxymoron for what was about to ensue.

Within minutes, the three men seated two tables over got up to leave. Paying them no attention, I gathered their time discussing world events, an American jihad, or the payment of 144 virgins to the murderer of infidels had come to an end. It wasn't too long after their departure that I noticed the coffee clerk from inside headed toward me. I could feel the build up of emotions as I anticipated that he was coming to speak with me, and braced myself for what I knew was to come. “Ma'am”, he began, “I'm not asking you to leave, but we have had a complaint from three of our most regular customers who left because they were offended. I'm not telling you to leave now, but if you were to return, you cannot wear that T-shirt.”

I was stunned. Here, in America . In Williamsburg , of all places! Muslims thought they were able to dictate what someone could wear in a public place! The nerve! Now I was offended!

I could feel my blood rising to the surface. Looking at him in pure disbelief, I responded as calmly as possible, though every nerve in my being was on five-alert alarm. “Let me get this straight”, I began. “This is a public place and you think you can tell people what they can or cannot wear? I have every right to wear whatever I'd like and you have no right to dictate that”. He then replied that this was a “private” establishment (of course, there was no “members only” sign!), and babbled on about not wanting to “offend” their regular “good” customers, and that's what my shirt had done. “Oh boy”, I thought, “this kid really thinks he can get away with this!” I requested to speak directly with the manager, while he continued to ramble, paying little attention to my request. I then mentioned the right of free speech in America, and that based on this “little” misunderstanding, I had every right to, and could easily, sue their establishment. Unstoppable in his ignorance as he continued his monologue, I demanded to speak with the manager, having verified that he had no authority to make such a claim, nor the understanding of how illegal it was.

He finally walked away to find the one who was in charge, and I took a deep breath. The old man sitting at the table next to me picked up his empty cup and brushed past me, the religious troublemaker who wouldn't acquiesce. Now I was alone on the patio. Anticipating another heated exchange, this time with the manager, I considered going inside so the entire store would be able to hear. I closed my Bible, marking my space where I was reading in Galatians. The Holy Spirit then seemed to tell me to stay where I was, that I should wait for her right there. So, I reopened my Bible, trying to concentrate on what Paul was saying, asking God for the right words and His help.

When Andrea came out, she asked how she could help me, she was told I wanted to see her. I told her that “he”, nervously pointing to Aaron, had told me something but that I wanted to hear it from her. She seemed aware that there was a complaint from a customer, but unaware as to why. Sensing her perplexity, I explained what had ensued and the startled look on her face told me she understood the gravity of the situation. I continued, “Do you realize that I can have a lawyer on this immediately and could sue you for what he just tried to do”? Apologizing profusely, she understood the possible outcome of his ignorance. Promising that she would speak with him and straighten him out, I once again explained that this business was open to the public and their patrons could wear anything they chose to, without their ability to discriminate against ANY sort of message. We shook hands and she left.

Gathering my thoughts and reflecting on what just had happened, I saw her talking to Aaron, but knew I'd have some parting thoughts for him. When it was time for me to leave fifteen minutes later, I approached him at his counter. I began, “Aaron, this country is great because of the freedoms we enjoy. You have no right to tell anyone what they can or cannot wear in here. I would be happy to talk to you or your friends about the First Amendment, or the Constitution or the Bill of Rights or why we're the greatest country in the world. You barked up the wrong tree when you came up to me”! For a moment, he listened. But then as the Bible describes a fool in his folly, he returned to it. He proudly told me that he was Jewish and proceeded to quote a verse from Jesus about “love”, in this context spelled “luv”. Thrilled that he chose first to make this a Biblical debate, I told him I'd be happy to discuss the Bible with him at another time, and shared an appropriate quote from Jesus, one that escapes me at the moment. Thank God He gives us the proper word in due season! By this time, all eyes in the indoor café were on us. I told him that I would return, and that I would be wearing this same T-shirt!

You see, Jesus said in John 14:6, “I am the way, the truth and the life. No man comes to the Father except through Me.” If He was that intolerant of other religions, shouldn't we be? We can't be nicer than Jesus, so wear your shirts proudly, Saints, and be prepared!