“These religiozniki are not our brothers! They are like murderers. They kill the spirits of our children. They cripple people with their poisonous beliefs. We must rid our country of these people. This seeming pity for these people is an infection, nothing less! These Believers are the ones who are disturbing our people and causing troubles. They force our government to spend huge amounts of money fighting them, money which should go toward building our country and helping our people. These people working from the inside can hurt us by undermining the faith of our people in communism and replacing it with a faith in some imaginary Jesus Christ.”
what a profound testimony of a young man who was raised up to believe in a system that had a bleak outlook on life. i cried, i was shocked and i was envious of the believers and their fervent faith. i had no idea of the brutality of the communist party. i knew they were brutal but not to the point of the shamelessness they had. you hear stories from your grandparents, or your parents about how they were treated. This point of view, from someone who was taught exactly how to persecute believers, leaves a much more raw imprint. Sergei Kourdakov, an orphan at a young age, went from home to home, streets to orphanage, back on the streets and then to the orphanage until he joined the soviet naval academy, which inevitably led him to be recruited by the KGB. They beat, abused, ridiculed and absolutely demolished believers. men, women, old, young. all were subject to the horrors of the KGB. he was different though, because he had empathy which was uncharacteristic of any of the soviet people as they were brought up to be rigid and fearless. his first raid, he felt embarrassed because the believers just complied, they didn’t run, they didn’t fight back. that’s when they were commanded to “change their faces” and his violence towards this group escalated. his outlook on believers came to a head when he was about to beat a young woman for the third time. “had she not learned her lesson?” he was fascinated that despite being brutally beat and i mean brutally, reading the part where he had his turn made my mouth drop. i cried for these believers, because it was so awful. the third time was different, he commanded them to stop. this was a turning point for him. his last raid, he was ready to beat another woman and she ended up praying for him! this made him angry, “why would a lowly believer pray for me?!?”. as he was about to hit her with his club, his hand stopped from swinging. he said it was as if someone grabbed me but no one was there. he ended up running and leaving this line of work. this pushed him to his plan of escape, which was told right at the beginning and was a great way to hook you in. what a remarkable story. i think it’s a must read for any believer.
Our God is mighty to save. He is mighty to heal, not just physically but mentally. Our God is merciful and this is huge testament to God’s mercy. I pray and hope to have the same amount of faith in times of persecution.
“They began to pray, and I did the same, but not knowing what to say, I felt awkward and unworthy to be in this house of God. I had beaten and killed Believers. I had broken up more than 150 secret meetings in Russia. I had burned Bibles. I had injured old women and many Believers. I was unworthy to be in God's house. But I felt a calm sense come over me and I talked to God, as I had done in the ocean and in the jails.
My heart was so painful, like a man who is looking for bread but cannot find it. I knew I was close to God in the beautiful church, but I wanted to be closer. I felt a beauty, a peace, a lifted burden. I wanted more of this. If this is what God gives, I wanted it very much. After three hours of prayer, I felt as if I had been helped, but my heart was searching for something even more, something like what the Believers in the secret churches had. I wanted what Natasha had.”