By Sasha Tsutserov
My parents were members of the Communist Party. They never spoke of God
or the Bible. However, when I was five years old, my grandmother insisted that I
be baptized in the Orthodox Church. This was all done in secret—miles outside
of Moscow, inside a dimly lit sanctuary. Although I was young, the Holy Spirit
touched a hidden yearning in my heart for spiritual reality.
Russia had lost virtually all traces of Christianity during 70 years of Communist
captivity. Her legacy to me was one of atheism. I became a member of the
Communist Party and secured a position in the KGB. I had a beautiful wife,
Natasha; a precious daughter, Julia; good friends; a bright future; and all that I
dreamed of as a young man.