Earl Yorke

Okay, not to toot my own horn here, but this letter that my mother found is the coolest thing I’ve ever read! It’s like a look into the life of a best friend that I had parted ways with long ago… I’m going to drag this post series on for atleast two more entries! Sorry if you’re excited to see the way it closes right away, but I seriously doubt that there are many people that are reading this anyway! Here we go (*open mind*):

My attitude toward religion, Earl, is the most dramatic of all. I teach a Catechism class at Saint Christopher’s Catholic church, I have read the bible cover-to-cover twice, my grandmother is very religious, and yet I have trouble believing in God. I would like to recall a dream that I had not too long before I wrote this letter. It was a dream in which I had to choose whether to save myself from some sinister threat, or to save my family first. You may remember this dream; I am at my grandparents’ front door, desperately ushering my family out into the safety of the woods next-door beacse there are explosives placed all around the house by some kind of evil entity. I did in-fact choose to help them all get out first before myself, and as I am waiting for the last one to get out I realize that I may die there. It is at this point that I realize that this good deed will get me into heaven (or atleast that’s what I tell myself, I know it not to be true in the real world), and this is the first time that I have even toyed with the notion that such a place even exists. I then speak to God, begging forgiveness for all of the wrongs that I have commited against Him, and I hear His voice say “no prob.” I woke up the next morning before actually finishing the dream, but I somehow feel that I have been cleansed somehow. Could this be an act of God, planted in my mind? Who knows, all that you need to know is that I would like to believe in His presence, but I am either too intelligent or too ignorant to do this. As far as organized religion goes, that can go to hell.

I guess I was a bit angry then… my views have changed quite a bit, but those details are something I choose not to share right now. Look for more this week. For those who are actually reading this (to touch upon what I said as I opened this post) I am grateful to have you with me as I climb this mountain, my dreams waiting at the top.

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