I suspect that before Sergei even dreamed of writing his book, The Persecutor, he was told over and
over by many people that he needed to write about his life – that when people
heard his story they were spell bound.
His job with the KGB in Russia was to inflict terror on Christians. He became disillusioned with Communism and defected
to Canada in September 1971. During his
stay in Canada he converted to Christianity, and eventually moved to California
where he became a member of Underground Evangelism (now known as Mission
Without Borders). Several articles about
Sergei have suggested that he seemed eager to tell his story and he was only
interested in writing a book for the money.
However, in writing his book he knew he was putting his life in
jeopardy. It was his decision; he knew
the consequences, and he was willing to take that risk. He was
eager to write a book, but for the right reasons.
He wanted to make a difference . . . and he made
all the difference in the world.
“You
really need to write a book!” Suzanna
said. I heard those words from her many
times over the past ten years. “Why?” I
would ask each time. “Because it’s a
really good story,” was Suzanna’s reply.
Suzanna was my friend and co-worker, smart and pretty, young enough to
be my daughter, and wise beyond her years.
She was only one of a handful of friends who knew about me and Sergei, possibly
because she was a compassionate listener.
“I wouldn’t even know where to begin to write a book about Sergei,” I
finally admitted one day. “You start
with . . . , that’s where you need to start,” Suzanna confidently told me. Her words stayed with me over the years.
I
started to write A Rose for Sergei
exactly where Suzanna had suggested.
An
online version of The Persecutor is
available at:
Amazing to find this blog and book! My mom saved Sergei's life. She was the nurse who treated him when he washed up on the shore in Tasu. She ran behind the ambulance to help rescue him from the beach and was the first person he saw when he opened his eyes. I remember her talking about laying out all his photographs to dry. I grew up hearing about his story as a child :)
ReplyDeleteI'm thrilled that you found my blog! Thank you for sharing this amazing story. Without your mother’s assistance, Sergei’s story might very well have ended on that beach on the Queen Charlotte Islands.
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