In May 2009 I was posting on a local forum where the folks know I am a minister. I made the comment I was a satanist (I avoid capitalizing that name) at one time and used to skip church. I was then asked to explain and tell more. The more I told people of how God brought me to Him, the more some seemed be enjoying it.
As I told true stories of how God worked in my life, someone said I should do something with the information. The first step will be to publish them on the Internet. Considering that the providence of God has always played a role in my life, and that a tremendous peace came over me when I committed to Christ which still grows today, I have felt led of God to call the series, “Peace in Providence.”
What you will find on AuthSpot are accounts not previously published.
What I did not previously publish was how I turned from being a “good” Roman Catholic boy into a satanist. So I will place those true stories, and other fresh accounts, here on AuthSpot, but will have to switch to another location for what has been previously published.
To see what is the latest article in this series and where to find it, please see the Peace In Providence index.
For those that know my standard writing style, I will be changing it as this series progresses to be more personable. Grammar and sentence structure might not conform to standards.
What I am about to write in this first set of true stories might help you to understand how a child can “go wrong.” Most important though is the fact that God in His rich mercy lovingly attempts to reach all of us and though we do “go wrong,” He can rescue and redeem us if we let Him.
Around six years after World War II ended, and almost four years when God restored Israel as a country according to the prophecy in Isaiah 64:8, a boy was born to Mary Olga and Peter Macinta Sr. in Jersey City on May 23, 1952. Peter Sr. was Russian Orthodox. His wife, Mary Olga, was Roman Catholic (RC), so this baby, Peter Jr. (me), would be baptized and raised RC.
My grandfather, Paul, was present when I was baptized and my sister Pat has told me he became agitated over something at that occasion. She does not know what it was about, and I was never told by anyone else. He had migrated here around 1914 from Belorussia-Ukraine, and if I recall correctly he mainly spoke Russian. I can only wonder why he became upset except for the possibility that I was being baptized RC.
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