“I suppose none of us know how high we can jump until a skyscraper obstructs our way…how fast we can run until a lion chases us…the value of our freedom until confinement restricts our movements…or how precious hope is until someone shatters our dreams.”
– Virginia Prodan in Saving My Assassin
If Saving My Assassin were a suspense novel, it would be too farfetched to read.
As a true story, it’s electrifying.
From the time she was a little girl, Virginia Prodan understood the value of hope. As she watched her family drive away for vacation, leaving her to keep the house like an unloved ten-year-old Cinderella, she’d experienced enough broken dreams to make her either incurably bitter or inexplicably hopeful.
Thanks to the grace of God, Virginia became hopeful.
Even as she heard whispered tales of the secret police’s ruthless silencing of the truth, Virginia’s hope only grew. As she paced outside in the cold predawn Romanian street, tenaciously studying for school because her mother didn’t want her wasting electricity to study in the house, Virginia clung to hope – the hope that she could make a difference. Hope that her voice could be strong enough to speak the truth in a land where deceit ruled with an iron fist.
The true story of Virginia Prodan in Saving My Assassin is as hard to put down as any thriller.
While Mrs. Prodan’s memoir is superbly written – intriguing, clear, and uplifting – it’s the plot that caught me by the throat and refused to let go. To think that the true Author and Finisher of Mrs. Prodan’s story allowed His heroine to face such pain as a child, knowing the glorious ending He had for her, fills me with such hope.
To think that He allowed such darkness, knowing how much more welcome the light would be after the fall of the dictator Ceaușescu, reminds me that He is in control of every headline that fills me with dismay.
I was so thankful to receive this book free from Tyndale in return for my honest review. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a new author, but having read this book, I must say that it is a treasure that deserves an honored place on my *special* bookshelf next to Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place and Richard Wurmbrand’s Tortured for Christ.
I honestly believe this book is the same caliber as those classics – written for such a time as this. May God bless this author, her would-be assassin, and all those whose lives were touched by this one woman who refused to say no to hope.
“…And others had trial of cruel mockings and scourgings, yea, moreover of bonds and imprisonment…being destitute, afflicted, tormented…
Of whom the world was not worthy…”
– from Hebrews 11