The Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

Today, i am grateful for the Love of God, not only for me but for the whole world.
When i joined the Catholic Church at 18 yrs. some 50 years ago this past May, i learned about this devotion and fell in love with it and with Jesus Christ. So on this day i am starting my post about my Conversion Story as some have asked me to do, by answering the question posed to me recently in a chat. "Why did you leave your church?" "Why did you join the Catholic Church? This story started a long time ago, i will try to weave some clear, true and factual episodes. I make 'no apology' for some terms, it is the way i tell it.
I was born into a family with parents & 2 older brothers. We were close, my paternal background is French-Canadian with a real French name but grew up in English-speaking part of my ancestral country. My Ancestors came from the area of Bordeaux, France and settled in Quebec, and some settled in Michigan area in the early 1700's.
My maternal side is from the eastern side of England and were farm laborers. I have had the privilege to visit the rural area of my ancestors, visit the Anglican churches where my great-great-great parents worshipped. I like to think that there was some Catholic connection back into the late 1600's. A friar of the Carthusians
bears my family surname. He was made Blessedy Pope Leo the 13th in the late 1880's when the Pope honored the English Martyrs. He died in the foul jail of the reformers under King Henry. He was staked to the ground, wore an iron neck collar. He was fed and cleansed by the daughter of St. Thomas More. She fed some prisoners from the roof but when further visits were declined, he was left to die, the last of the captured priests and brothers of the Carthusian Order ((will be continued))