The Sacred Heart Saved My Life

From a place deep within, an image of the Sacred Heart of Jesus emerged in my consciousness. I knew with sure survival instinct that I must choose, at that very moment, between my sinful heart and His Sacred Heart.  Would I sink spiritually further into myself or rise toward the Lord? I heard the lilting brogue of my recently deceased grandmother and the words, “O Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on me!” It was one of my earliest memories, kneeling on the dining room floor with my Irish grandma, praying the rosary before images of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and the Immaculate Heart of Mary. In the darkness of the flotation tank, I reached out a hand to the Sacred Heart.