The Square

Posted by on Nov 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

The elders of our ancient art Built Temples, high and fair, And never stone was laid in place And never column rose in grace, Untested by the Square. Our elders left a heritage, Upreared in wood and stone, That we, who follow, might behold The craft of these, the men of old, Thus, through their works, made known. Oh, let us do our work as well, Though never dome we raise, With brain untutored, hand unskilled, A square-set Temple may we build, Of simple nights and days. The Square of Virtue for our acts Wherewith to set them true, Can make a building, standing quite As worthy in our children’s sight, And in the Master’s too. Thus may we, too, great builders be As any ancient race; Our Temple is the square-set mind, Wherein the Master’s Self may find A fitting dwelling-place. R. J....

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The Teachings of Masonry

Posted by on Aug 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

You should have discovered that Masonry’s teachings make a Mason study and learn for himself, force him to search out the truth, compels him to take the initiative, as a grown man should, so that the very act of learning is in itself of great educational value.  The purpose of secrecy is not to keep the candidate in the dark, but to stimulate him to seek the light.  The symbols and emblems do not conceal the teaching, they reveal it; but they reveal it in such a way that a man must find it for himself.Only when man finds truth for himself, is he likely to keep it as a permanent possession.(From EA FC MM by Masonic Renewal Committee Document) Tom Thornton New Jersey Lodge of Research & Education #1786 One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. Sir Walter...

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The Candidate

Posted by on Jun 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

By R.W. Alan R. Heath, Grand Lodge of Maine It was his dream to become a Mason, Though he wasn’t sure quite why. So he made an application, Then waited months for a reply. No committee came to pay a call, To meet him and his wife, No invitation to Mason’s hall; Nor offer of advice. Finally a postcard in the mail, Said, “come Monday night at six, And bring us twenty dollars, If you want to see our tricks.” He made that solitary journey, And entered by the door, But not one hand was offered, As he slowly crossed the floor. They fed him beans and hot dogs, And a piece of apple pie, Then led him to a little room, With no explanation why. The work was done with care and skill, No one could argue that. But, the candidate was forgotten, As they patted themselves on the back. He came to the lodge hall two more times, And was raised to the third degree. That was the last time they saw him. What could the trouble be? They scratched their heads and wondered, As again they cried and moaned, “Our time has all been wasted!” “We should have stayed at home.” It seems to me that they’ve missed the point, But they need to understand. It’s not just how well you do the work, It’s how you treat the man. Because you can only be a Mason, When you’re a Mason in your heart; And along with his jacket seams, They had burst his dream apart. So, if you get an application, Please, call on that man at once. Invite him and has family, To tour your hall and share some lunch. Answer all his questions, Let him share your pride. A Mason’s work, is honest work; That’s not a secret to hide. And when it’s time to present him, With the gift of a degree, Remember, genuine friendship is, The true gift of masonry. Pick him up and take him home. Isn’t he worth the trip? No candidate should come alone. Please don’t ignore this tip. All should rush to greet him, As he enters by your door. Extend your hand in friendship, That’s what a Mason’s grip is for. And remember your obligation, As you lead him to the gate. It’s up to you to guide him through, Not to hurt or humiliate. Now armed with proper instruction, Masonry’s door will open wide, Thanks to you, his best example, Of what a Mason should be inside. And? Thank him sincerely for coming. Invite him back to his new home. For a brother will not be a brother, If he feels unwelcome and...

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The Good Word

Posted by on May 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Our brother—aye, he is our friend; We do not hold the right to chide, To flout and damn, world without end, The foibles that the past should hide, Deep hidden in his heart of hearts, Or maybe shining forth alone Is the good trait. Our censure smarts And sears till it is overthrown— Speak the good word! Speak the good word-the word that gives The newer impulse and the hope, A word that helps, and grows, and lives A Light to them that blindly grope Through all the darkness of despair, They know their faults, and know them well! Of censurings they have their share— The kind words are the ones that tell: Speak the good word! A good word is a helping hand, A coin that’s minted of fine gold; To read the rote of faults we’ve banned May loose the eager climber’s hold. Our life is short; we cannot do All we would have it comprehend, But this much, truly, I and you May do each day for this our friend— Speak the good word! Wilbur D....

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Are You A Mason?

Posted by on Mar 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

I am one of a band, Who will faithfully stand, In the bond of affection and love; I have knocked at the door, One wretched and poor, And there for admission I stood. By the help of a friend, Who assistance did lend, I succeeded an entrance to gain; Was received in the West, By command from the East, But not without feeling some pain. Here my conscience was taught, With a moral quite fraught, With sentiments bold and true; The onward I traveled, To have it unraveled, What Hiram intended to do. Very soon to the East, I made my request, And “light” by command did attend; When lo! I perceived, In due form revealed, A Master, and Brother, and Friend. For the widow distressed, There’s a cord in my breast, For the helpless and orphan I feel: And my sword I could draw, To maintain the pure law, Which the duties of a Mason reveal. Thus have I revealed, (Yet wisely concealed), What the “free and accepted” will know. I am one of a band, Who will faithfully stand, As a Brother, wherever I go. Bro. Reverend Dr. Magill, Rector of St. Paul’s Church—Peru, Ill...

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Brother Among Us

Posted by on Feb 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Brethren: There is a man, a brother among us, with a quiet demenor and a strong voice. He guides us in straight paths in the direction he truly feels we should follow. He is a leading force with the inner strength that elicits confidence, without implied or underlying demanding ideas. We follow him for his forgiving personality. There have been a few times when he has had “a bone to pick with me” and the matter was resolved with a celeritous resolve. There are many of us who have not had the experience of knowing this man and brother, even in the slight personal history with him that has been our privilege to have. This man is the epitome of the Master Mason line which goes “to your superiors, kindness and condescension”; but he radiates this lesson down, rather than expecting the obeisance coming up to...

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The Masonic Fraternity

Posted by on Jan 1, 2006 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

The Masonic Fraternity is a single, indivisible fellowship which is neither divided nor affected by local or by national boundaries; like the sky it bends a single arch over the fifty or sixty countries in which it is at work, and that arch is nowhere broken into separate areas, nor does any country cut it into separate segments. A country is in the Fraternity, but the Fraternity is nowhere shut up inside a country. It has one set of Landmarks, one set of Degrees, one teaching for the whole world. It has a single membership, and it is into that membership that a man enters when he is made a Mason. Masons differ as men from one country to another, they use different languages, the have different religions, but such differences have nothing to do with their Freemasonry; it is everywhere safe-same, one thing and one thing only, with single membership; its only boundaries are the boundaries of the world. H. L....

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The Member Who Never Came Back

Posted by on Dec 1, 2005 in Masonic Mouse | 1 comment

It amuses me, now, to think that your organizations spend so much time looking for new members, when I was there all the time. I’m the fellow who came to every meeting but nobody paid any attention to me. I tried several times to be friendly, but everyone seemed to have his own friend to talk to and to sit with. I sat down several times, but they didn’t pay much attention to me. I hoped that someone would ask me to join one of the committees, to somehow participate and contribute, but no one did. Finally, because of an illness, I missed a meeting. The next month no one asked me where I had been. I guess it didn’t matter very much whether I was there or not. On the next meeting date, I decided to stay home and watch a good television program. When I attended the next meeting, no one asked me where I was the month before. You might say that I’m a good guy, a good family man, that I hold a responsible job and love my community. You know who else I am? I’M THE MEMBER WHO NEVER CAME BACK!!!...

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Masonic Badge of Honor

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No golden medallion or sparkling gem rare Is this purest of “badges” for brothers to wear, It never will tarnish but will stay clean and white If each Entered Apprentice just upholds what is right. With this symbol of honor and qualities good Comes the loyal protection of Lodge Brotherhood, And a white lambskin apron each surely may wear If his morals are pure and his actions are fair. Through our ancient ancestors belonged to a Guild And used square and compass cathedrals to build, Each man wore an apron of sturdiest leather, All men operative and working together. Their skill and sure mastery of “trying the square” Built Gothic cathedrals, towering high in the air, Yet the buildings of masons, those traveling free Had greater perfection and true majesty. Aprons meant service and noblest of goals, Builders working in stone, their ascendants in souls, And the white lambskin apron is symbolic in part Of the spiritual search in the depth of man’s heart. Mrs. Margaret Archibald, wife of the late Bro. John Archibald of Bordentown,...

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Hiram Poem

Posted by on Jul 1, 2005 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Last night I knelt where Hiram knelt and took an obligation, And know I’m closer to my GOD for I’m a Master Mason. Though heretofore my fellow man seemed each one like the other, Today I search each one apart I’m looking for my Brother. And as I feel his friendly grip it fills my heart with pride I know that while I’m on the square that he is on my side. footsteps on my errand go if I should such desire. My words are safe within his breast though within my own. His hand forever on my back to help me safely home. Good council whispers in my ear warns of any danger. Square and Compass tis Brother now who once would call me stranger. I might not have lived a moral life and risen to distinction Without my brothers helping hand and the fellowship of Masons. But God who knows how hard it is to resist life’s temptations, Knows why I knelt where Hiram knelt took that obligation. Submitted by Steve...

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