Wisdom Strength and Beauty

Posted by on Feb 1, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

When is a man a Mason? When he can look out over the rivers, the hills, and the far horizon with a profound sense of his own littleness in the vast scheme of things, and yet have faith, hope, and courage. When he knows that down in his heart every man is as noble, as vile, as divine, as diabolic, and as lonely as himself, and seeks to know, to forgive, and to love his fellow man. When he know how to sympathize with men in their sorrows, yea, even in their sins—knowing that each man fights a hard fight against many odds. When he has learned how to make friends and to keep them, and above all how to keep friends with himself. When he loves flowers, can hunt the birds without a gun, and feels the thrill of an old forgotten joy when he hears the laugh of a little child. When he can be happy and high-minded amid the meaner drudgeries of life. When star-crowned trees and the glint of sunlight on flowing waters subdue him like the thought of one much loved and long dead. When no voice of distress reaches his ears in vain, and no hand seeks his aid without response. When he finds good in every faith that helps any man to lay hold of higher things, and to see majestic meanings in life, whatever the name of that faith may be. When he can look into a wayside puddle and see something besides mud, and into the face of the most forlorn mortal and see something beyond sin. When he knows how to pray, how to love, how to hope. When he has kept faith with himself, with his fellow man, with his God; in his hand a sword for evil, in his heart a bit of a song—glad to live, but not afraid to die! In such a man, whether he be rich or poor, scholarly or unlearned, famous or obscure, Masonry has wrought her sweet ministry! Such a man has found the only real secret of Masonry, and the one which it is trying to give to all the world. Joseph Fort...

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Man – The Builder

Posted by on Jan 7, 2011 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Man has always been a builder, and nowhere has he shown himself more significantly than in the buildings he has created. When we stand before them—whether it be a mud hut, the house of a cliff-dweller stuck like the nest of a swallow on the side on a canyon, a Pyramid, a Parthenon, or a Pantheon—we seem to read into his soul. The builder may have gone, perhaps ages before, but here he has left something of himself, his hopes, his fears, his idea, his dreams. Even in the remote recesses of the Andes, amidst the riot of nature, and where man is now a mere savage, we come upon the remains of vast, vanished civilizations, where art and science and religion reached unknown heights. Wherever humanity has lived and wrought, we find the crumbling remains of towers, temples and tombs, monument of its industry and its aspiration. Also, whatever else man may have been—cruel, tyrannous, vindictive—his buildings always have a reference to religion. They bespeak a vivid sense of the Unseen and his awareness to it. Of a truth, the story of the Tower of Babel is more than a myth. Man has ever been trying to build to heaven, embodying his prayer and his dream in brick and stone. Here, then, are the real foundations of Masonry, both material and moral: in the deep need and aspiration of man and his creative impulse; in his instinctive faith, his quest of the Ideal, and his love of the Light. Underneath all his building lay the feeling, prophetic of his last and highest thought, that the earthly house of his life should be in right relation with its heavenly prototype, the world-temple—imitating on earth the house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. And as he wrought his faith and dream into reality, it was but natural that the tools of the builder should become emblems of the thought of the thinker. Not only his tools, but, the very stones with which he worked became sacred symbols—the temple itself a vision of the House of Doctrine, that Home of the Soul, which, though unseen, he is building in the midst of the years. Joseph Fort...

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Our Brethren At The Front

Posted by on Dec 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

God of our Fathers, at Whose call, We now before Thine altar fall; Whose grace can make our Order strong, Through love of right and hate of wrong, We pray thee in They pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield. Asleep, beneath Thine ample dome, With many a tender dream of home; Or charging, in the dust and glare, With bullets hurtling through the air, We pray Thee in Thy pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield. O soon, Thou Blessed Prince of Peace, Bring in the days when War shall cease, And men and brother shall unite To fill the world with love and light, We pray thee in Thy pity shield Our Brethren on the battlefield....

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Presenting The Lambskin Apron

Posted by on Nov 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Light and white are its leathern folds; And a priceless lesson its texture holds. Symbol it is, as the years increase, Of the paths that lead through the fields of Peace. Type it is of the higher sphere, Where the deeds of the body, ended here, Shall one by one the by-way be To pass the gates of eternity. Emblem it is of a life intense, Held aloof from the work of sense; Of the upright walk and the lofty mind, Far from the dross of Earth inclined. Sign it is that he who wears Its sweep unsullied, about him bears That which should be to mind and heart, A set reminder of his art. So may it ever bring to thee The high resolves of Purity. Its spotless field of shining white, Serve to guide thy steps aright; Thy daily life, in scope and plans, Be that of the strong and upright man. And signal shall the honour be Unto those who wear it worthily. Receive it thus to symbolize Its drift, in the life that before thee lies. Badge as it is of a great degree, Bit it chart and compass unto thee. FAY...

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The Building Code

Posted by on Sep 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Our ancient brethren used their tools With confidence and skill; Though centuries have passed away, Their works are standing still; With admiration and with awe, Our hearts and souls they thrill. They called in Wisdom to conceive And execute the plan; Then Strength to make the structure sure When first the work began; Then Beauty to adorn and make A monument to man: So we, who build in later days, Still use the self-same tools, Still follow through the Master-Plan, Still use the self-same rules, Still work with diligence and skill, As did the Ancient Schools; Would use the Plumb for rectitude As day by day goes by, The Level to remind us all That we must lowly be, That right and true our work may prove When we the Square apply; No longer work with wood and stone, But rather, with the mind We would erect a dwelling-place Wherein our souls may find A quiet and a holy rest At peace with all mankind; And so, as we continually build These dwellings for the soul, Would work with Wisdom and with Strength, Perchance to reach the goal; Then crown our work with Beauty rare To make the perfect whole. Montford C....

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Echoes

Posted by on Aug 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Fine men have walked this way before, Whatever Lodge your Lodge may be; Whoever stands before the door, The sacred arch of Masonry, Stands where the wise, the great, the good, In their own time and place have stood. You are not Brother just with these, Your friends and neighbours; you are kin With Masons down the centuries; This room that now you enter in Has felt the tread of many feet, For here all Masonry you meet. You walk the path the great have trod, The great in heart, the great in mind, Who looked through Masonry to God, And looked through God to all mankind Learned more than work or sign or grip, Learned Man’s and God’s relationship. To him who sees, who understands, How mighty Masonry appears! A Brotherhood of many lands, A fellowship of many years, A Brotherhood, so great, so vast, Of all the Craft of all the past. And so I say a sacred trust Is yours to share, is yours to keep; I hear the voice of men of dust, I hear the step of men asleep; And down the endless future too, Your own shall echo after you. Douglas Malloch...

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The Statue of Liberty

Posted by on Jul 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

As the Fourth of July approaches, it seems fitting to reflect upon one of the major patriotic architectural structures in the United States, the Statue of Liberty. This representation of Freedom was designed and constructed by a Frenchman by the name of Frederic Auguste Bartholdi. A number of the French sponsors, as well as Bartholdi himself, were freemasons. As Bartholdi built the statue, he actually assembled it in Paris where he worked. After doing so, he showed it to his Masonic friends of Lodge Alsace Lorraine in Paris and delivered a lecture and gave the Lodge a report on its creation. While Bartholdi was constructing the statue in Paris, the pedestal, upon which the statue rests today, was being constructed in this country where it now stands. On a very rainy day, August 5, 1884, a cornerstone dedication was conducted by the Grand Lodge of New York. At the dedication, the Most Worshipful Grand Master posed this question: “Why call upon the Masonic Fraternity to lay the cornerstone of such a structure as is here to be erected?” He responded to his own question with: “No institution has done more to promote liberty and to free men from the trammels and claims of ignorance and tyranny than has Freemasonry.” Finally, the statue joined the pedestal with a dedication ceremony held October 28, 1886. Yes, Freemasons everywhere can well be proud of the key role played by the Craft in the inception and erection of this great memorial, and each of us should renew his vows and obligations to spread further the light of freedom, truth, tolerance, and justice which the Statue of Liberty so grandly...

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A Masonic Brotherhood

Posted by on Jun 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

One of the most impressive and touching things in human history is that certain ideal interest have been set apart as especially venerated among all peoples. Guilds have arisen to cultivate the interests embodies in art, science, philosophy, fraternity, and religion, to train men in their service, to bring their power to bear upon the common life of mortals and send through that common life the glory of the ideal, as the sun shoots its transfiguring rays through the great dull cloud, evoking beauty from the brown earth. Such is Masonry, which unites all these high interests and brings to their service a vast, world-wide fraternity of free men, built upon a basis of spiritual faith, whose mission it is to make men friends, to refine and exalt their lives, to turn them from the semblance of life to homage for truth, righteousness, and character. Forming one great society over the whole globe, it upholds every noble and redeeming ideal of humanity, making all good things better by its presence, like a meadow that rests on a subterranean stream. He who would reckon the spiritual possessions of our race must take account of the genius of Masonry and its ministry to the highest life of man. Joseph Fort...

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Warmth of Masonry

Posted by on Apr 1, 2010 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

I found this tale, and thought I’d share. It was a tale of Masonic men surrounding a campfire in the Old West, at night, discussing the Fraternity and its teachings. One old man listened patiently, and finally spoke up: ‘I can tell you more about Masonry in a little example than some of the great Masonic philosophers can in books. Everybody stand up, and gather in a circle around the campfire.’ They did that. ‘Now, everybody hold hands with the man next to him.’ They did that, too. ‘Now what do you see looking ahead?’ ‘The face of a Brother Mason though the flames.’ ‘What do you feel in front of you?’ ‘The warmth of the fire, and the comfort it brings on a cool night.’ ‘What do you feel at your side?’ ‘The warm hand of a Brother.’ ‘OK. Now, drop the hands, and turn around.’ They did so. ‘Now what do you see, looking ahead?’ ‘Complete darkness.’ ‘What do you feel, looking ahead?’ ‘A sense of loneliness, of being alienated.’ ‘What do you feel at your side?’ ‘Nothing at all.’ ‘What do you feel on your backside?’ ‘The warmth of the fire.’ ‘So it is with Masonry,’ said the old man. ‘In Masonic gatherings, you can feel the warmth of Masonic interaction, you can see the face of a Brother through the light Masonry brings to you, and you can always feel the warm hand of a Brother. When you turn away from Masonry, and are out in the world, you see darkness, feel alienated and alone, and do not feel the warm hand of your Masonic Brother. But Masonry, and the warmth and light it brings, are just a turn away from you.’ —Unknown Submitted by Wor. Ted Korosy,...

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Building

Posted by on Oct 1, 2009 in Masonic Mouse | 0 comments

Brick by brick the Masons builded Till the highest cross was gilded With the glory of the sun, Till the noble task was done. Step by step and one by one Wall and rafter, roof and spire Men were lifting ever higher, Not in some mysterious way— With the tasks of every day. Architects may do their dreaming, See their visioned turrets gleaming High above them in the skies; Yet the wisdom of the wise Cannot make one roof arise— Hearts must sing and hands must labour, Man must work beside his neighbour, Brick on brick and toil on toil Building upward from the soil. So we build a lodge or nation, On the firmly fixed foundation Of a flag or craft or creed; But on top of that we need Many a noble thought and deed, Day by day and all the seven, Building slowly up to heaven, Till our lives the lives shall seem Of the Master Builder’s dream. Douglas...

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