Tuesday, 28 July 2009

Will You Live Respected and Die Regretted?

The Masonic blogosphere is almost its own little, tight world. There are a bunch of Masons who blog, many of whom either link to each other or read each others’ posts. At least they’ve probably all heard of each other.

The greater blogosphere is a huge world, full of a diverse range of subjects. Occasionally, someone out there will venture temporarily into the world of Freemasonry with a personal story. Unless you’re really hunting, anyone wrapped up in the Masonic blogosphere will miss it.

One of these posts is on a site called The Reluctant Paladin. Read it HERE. It relates a happily-concluded tale of a man who went on a mission of honour to find his great-grandfather’s Masonic-engraved headstone and rightfully return it to a proper place.

Besides the actual tale itself, what’s interesting about the post is there’s no judgment about Freemasonry. It’s neither good nor bad. It’s just there. It’s just a fact of life. And a small part of a very nice story. Yet the post in itself contains Masonic symbolism, quite unintentional, I’m sure.

Any Master Mason reading should see a Third Degree parallel of how the Mr. Paladin decided to “seek for that which was lost” and relocate something to a place of decent, esteemed interment.

The great-grandfather is like any Mason—“he lived respected and died regretted.” Better still, he is respected even in death, many years later. Isn’t that how we wish things to be after our time inevitably and unexpectly comes and the Supreme Architect and Builder of All reclaims us?

Saturday, 25 July 2009

Letter It and Begin—F.O.R.E.

Mr. Freemasonry for Dummies has gone and done it. Chris Hodapp has spilled the truth. The shocking secret about Freemasonry has been revealed! No, I don’t mean in those Dummies books of his. I mean in a recent post on his web site where he linked to this picture:

It is a golf cart upon which rests a mysterious shiny pyramid with an all-seeing eye. Chris has revealed the hitherto secret connection between Freemasonry and golf. Seeing is believing, after all. Unless it’s been Photoshopped. And even then, some people will still believe it.

How can all this be just a coincidence? Look at the evidence!
Masonic Lodges are blue. Golf courses have a green. Which is kind of like blue.
Masonic Lodges have a letter ‘G’. You know what THAT means. Golf!
Masonry loves the number three. A golf course has 18 holes. That’s 3 times 7 (another Masonic number) minus 3. And that’s not even considering a par three hole.
Golf courses have a sand trap. The Shriners (who are all Masons) have a hot sands ceremony.
There’s a golf tournament called ‘The Masters.’ Lodges have Worshipful Masters.
Golf was invented in Scotland—the country that brought you Roslin Chapel which, as we all know, was where Masonry was invented by the Templars fleeing from France (or something like that).
Make a bad swing or other mistake on the golf course, and you’ll hear complaining. Make a mistake in the ritual at a Lodge meeting, and you’ll hear Past Masters... well, you know the rest.
Masonry has secret words that mean nothing in the outside world. Golf has something called a mashie niblick.
Arnold Palmer is a Mason.

I could go on, but what more proof does one need?

The sad thing, it is proof to some people. There are those out there who take a bunch of things that may have some commonality—no matter how contrived—and somehow fashion it into definitive statements about Freemasonry. Thus we read silliness about ‘the Masonic dollar bill’ and ‘Masonic street patterns’ and how Freemasonry runs professions or even countries because some people involved happen to be Masons. Or were 200 years ago.

Tom Acu Accou However-it’s-Spelled once connected Freemasonry with the Wizard of Oz in a wonderful post that bears reading again and again.

If one really wants to, one can connect anything with anything else.

Masons do have one thing, however. The truth. And about all Freemasons can do is coherently express it to strike down misbeliefs. The ill-informed can be educated. Those who deliberately convolute logic to find nefariousness in a fraternity populated by an awful lot of senior citisens—well, they don’t want to be confused with the facts. They want to believe in their own little fantasy.

Now, about that “proof” that Kevin Bacon’s a Mason because there’s a game about Six Degrees...

Wednesday, 22 July 2009

The Living Trowel

One of the great things about Freemasonry is being able to meet brothers from all over the world. Unfortunately, few Freemasons get the opportunity to travel to the four corners of the globe and visit in a Lodge in another country. A majority don’t even attend their own Lodge, but that’s another story.

It’s a little disheartening that an inanimate object has been to more Lodge meetings in more places that probably any Masons reading this have. But that describes the Travelling Trowel.

I first read about the trowel in the History of the Grand Lodge of British Columbia by J.T. Marshall. It originated with Justice Lodge No. 753 in New York and was dispatched with this admonition:

As the Trowel teaches all Master Masons that it is their duty to spread the cement of Brotherly Love and affection among the Craft, wherever and whenever opportunity offers, Justice Lodge No. 753, of the Eighth Masonic District, proposes to increase such opportunities by sending forth a SILVER TROWEL to journey among the brethren throughout the length and breadth of the land.

So it was the argentic tool bare a fond farewell to the sidewalks (and the rest) of New York in 1905 to begin its merry sojourn.

Just as Freemasonry cuts across national boundaries, in that members can be found around the globe, so the little trowel ignored national boundaries, too, and journeyed to Victoria, British Columbia on August 7, 1908, accompanied by a delegation from Lebanon No. 104 of Tacoma, Washington. It was received in a special ceremony at which Past Masters of various B.C. Lodges formed a “living trowel.” You can see their names by clicking on the picture of a similar trowel to the left; the best known is General Sir Arthur Currie.

A delegation of Victoria Masons helped the trowel on the next part of its voyage—to Oakland No. 188 in California on September 22, 1908.

Marshall’s history makes a reference to the trowel slowly making its way to the “Highest Hills and the Lowest Vales” in California. The book doesn’t outline much more than that, but I happened upon a story in the Imperial Valley Press, dated Saturday, March 6, 1909:

DIP TROWEL INTO SALTON SEA
Emblem of Unity Visits El Centro and Imperial Valley, Masons Escort it to Lowest Masonic Lodge in World.
The famous traveling trowel of Masonry, which is making its way around the world under escort from one Masonic jurisdiction to another, has reposed in El Centro’s Masonic Hall, has been viewed by the Masons of Imperial Valley, has been dipped with elaborate ceremonies into the Salton Sea, and is now on its journey eastward through Arizona.
About 250 persons participated in the excursion to Salton Sea last Sunday. The traveling trowel was brought to El Centro Saturday evening by an escort of Masons from Los Angeles, chief of whom were B. P. Spencer, Worthy Master of Southern California Lodge, No. 278, and custodian of the traveling trowel while it remained in the jurisdiction of Southern California; Motley H. Flint, Past Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of California; H. W. Lewis, Past Master of Westgate Lodge, No. 3335; B. M. Power, Hollenbeck Lodge, No. 319; W. N. Blood, Highland Park Lodge, No. 382; J. C. Rommell, Sunset Lodge, No. 352; H. S. Jones and A. D. Bronson, Southern California Lodge, No. 275, and E.H. Dickinson, of Tyrian Lodge, Gloucester, Massachusetts.
The party was met by a reception committee of local Masons and was quartered at the Hotel Oregon. Saturday night the traveling trowel was placed in state in the El Centro Masonic Hall and a session of the lodge was attended by Masons from all points of the Valley. After the lodge session a banquet was served.
Early Sunday morning the visiting party were taken by local Masons in automobiles to Calexico, where the excursion train for Salton Sea was started.
Short stops were made at Imperial and Brawley, where the trowel was placed in the Masonic Halls for inspection by the brethren, and the train then proceeded to the Station of Durmid, almost on the northerly line between Imperial and Riverside counties. At this point the ceremonies of dipping the trowel into the sea took place.
After a picnic lunch on the beach, Custodian E. B. Spencer performed the ceremony with appropriate ritual, assisted by the Grand Lodge officers, and several short addresses were given. Some time was spent at the Salt Creek Trestle, where the fish are a great attraction, and late in the afternoon the trip back to Imperial Valley was made without special incident.
From this point the trowel went to Arizona, to be turned over to the custody of officers of the Grand Lodge of that jurisdiction.
The sojourn of the trowel at Brawley was unique In that at this point it reposed at the lowest Masonic lodge in the world, it being 126 feet below sea level. Only a short time before, the trowel was in the care of the lodge at the top of Mount Lowe.


The fact a highlight for Grand Lodge officers was staring at some fish that were not clothed in tartar sauce gives you an indication how the world has changed in 100 years.

The shiny trowel travelled over 20,000 miles, was solemnly put to labour at the laying of the cornerstone for the George Washington Masonic Memorial in 1923, and finally returned home to the proverbial hero’s welcome at Justice Lodge later that year. It is now in the Museum of the Grand Lodge of New York.

Masons are on a journey, too. It is not an easy one—it certainly wasn’t as easy travelling from Canada to California in 1908 as it is today. But it is a journey filled with rewards, in this life and in the life to come. And like the little trowel which was accompanied by members of the Craft, so are we to accompany our brothers in their journey through life. We should do it when possible and if necessary, through kind and thoughtful words and actions, with the goal of helping them be better men so as to make this world a better place.

The trowel which was assisted on its way by members of “the living trowel” still has a living message for Masons today.

Friday, 17 July 2009

Walter Cronkite Was My Brother

There have been many tributes in the media to the late Walter Cronkite, a man whose integrity has never been questioned, except maybe by a few unsavoury individuals years ago who felt their spin should be universally acknowledged, accepted and regurgitated without question.

This eulogy may be slightly different, for while members of the mainstream media will feel a kinship with one of the last of the TV journalistic giants, your humble blogger feels even more so. For while I am Justa Mason, I am also Justa DeMolay. And while Walter Cronkite was not a Freemason, he was a DeMolay. An active one in his Chapter, at that.

‘Uncle Walter’ was born in St. Joseph, Missouri and moved to Houston, Texas at the age of ten. It was in Houston Chapter he joined Frank Land’s fraternity for boys and promised to “be faithful to every trust committed to me” as millions of others have done. He had a one-line tale about his membership (in what he termed “DeMolay...the junior Masonic order”) in his autobiography A Reporter’s Life. He reported:

“I am one of that number who have an aversion to the slightest hint of regimentation...evident when...I steadfastly marched north while the rest of the fellows reversed smartly and marched south, thus costing our DeMolay drill team a state championship.”

Whether coincidence or an indication of something greater, it should be noted that two of Cronkite’s TV contemporaries—Chet Huntley and John Cameron Swayze—were DeMolays. So was Elmer Lower, the one-time president of ABC News. And on the radio news side, there was commentator Paul Harvey, who passed away earlier this year.

On a smaller scale, I work in a newsroom with two Senior DeMolays. One of them gave me my first office (Fifth Preceptor) some $@#%+* years ago. (Hmm. How did that garble get there?)

I’d like to tell you more about Cronkite’s DeMolay history. To do so, I’ve gone to the web page for the DeMolay Hall of Fame. I can find a guy barred from the Baseball Hall of Fame for gambling. There’s another with at least two drunk driving convictions who pleaded no contest to the same charge this year. And I’ll avoid comment about another entrant lest I be accused of having some kind of U.S. political bias or agenda. But there’s nothing about the Most Trusted Man in America.

Perhaps it’s an oversight. I simply cannot believe Walter Cronkite has been omitted from the DeMolay Hall of Fame.

If he has been so honoured, I would hope the people at DeMolay International would add something to the Hall of Fame Page. If he has not been inducted, the formerly-known-as I.S.C. should rectify the situation forthwith. For DeMolay should be paying tribute to one of its own, just as saddened news reporters around the world have been doing since word of his death.

Walter Cronkite was my Brother. I only hope I can be worthy of it.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Ignorance—Or Is it Our Fault?

You might have seen this story on the web. Lodge of Lautoka No. 3354 E.C., the subject of the disturbance, apparently meets in temporary premises at the Tokatoka Hotel, close to Nadi Airport.

NZ Mason jailed over sorcery claims
A New Zealand man spent a "wretched" night in a Fiji prison cell after frightened residents and police raided his Freemasons meeting, suspecting witchcraft and sorcery.
The man, who didn't want to be named, blamed "dopey village people" for the raid in which 14 members of the Freemasons Lodge of Lautoka were herded into police cars and jailed for the night.
Police also seized lodge paraphernalia, including wands, compasses and a skull.
(Photo / Rotorua Daily Post)


Read the rest here.

As a side-note, a radio station here in Justa Land broadcast a condensed version of the story, and the following exchange went something like this:

Host 1: You know, I perform sorcery at every Lodge meeting I’m at.
Host 2: Really?
Host 1: Sure. I read the minutes and the members magically fall asleep.


Not-ready-for-Vegas humour notwithstanding, I was struck with the thought of how ignorant the villagers are at the centre of the story. Freemasonry’s been on Fiji since some time in the 19th Century; a couple of founding members of my Lodge were apparently members of a Lodge in Suva at one time over 100 years ago. How can anyone, therefore, not know a little bit about the fraternity, especially in a small village where, presumably, people know their neighbours?

This is not an isolated incident in Fiji. The Lodge Hall in Levuka was burned down by Lovoni villagers during the 2000 coup. Apparently some people believed there were various tunnels running underneath the building, including one going through the centre of the Earth to the Masonic headquarters in Scotland. Lodge Polynesia No.562 S.C. now meets in Suva.

But, then again, misconceptions are not found only a small village in the South Pacific, are they? It doesn’t take more than a couple of seconds to go on-line and find ridiculous conspiracy theories and asinine talk about Baphomet and “Freemasonry is the tool of the Devil” coming from right here in North America where Lodges have been part of the local landscape since the 1730s.

One can chatter on about “Freemasonry needs to be more open” and use the tired buzz-phrase “society with secrets.” But the fact of the matter is Freemasonry is pretty open. If it weren’t, this blog, countless on-line forums, Grand Lodge websites and Dummies/Idiots books wouldn’t exist.

But some people seem to have a need to believe there’s some secret conspiracy going on around them. One that’s linked to the government. One that’s linked to Satan. They need to have a scapegoat. They need to have a bogeyman. So they take snippets of Masonic writings, ages-old made-up nonsense and use the working tools of paranoia to fashion it into some kind of “proof” Freemasonry is evil.

Is that ignorance on their part? Or ours?

I see Chris Hodapp’s blog has picked up the news story, and the respected Mark Koltko-Rivera has made the following comment on it:

Clearly, (1) the folks in Fiji do no better than (2) the typical American evangelical anti-Mason when it comes to not being able to distinguish between (A) ritual objects used for symbolic purposes and (b) the paraphernalia of sorcery.
Mark’s comment really begs a question: does the average person understand the concept of “ritual objects used for symbolic purposes”?

Most of the people I know aren’t Masons. They drive to and from work, they hang out with their kids, watch TV or sports events, go the store or the pub, and indulge in the many mundane facets of day-to-day life. They don’t go around performing a ceremony with a skull pretending it means something else. How can they be expected to know what that’s about when someone else does it?

Is that ignorance on their part? Or ours?

A couple of weeks ago, a woman came by our Masonic hall with a view of renting it for a function. I was introduced to her as “one of the Masons here.” The woman then said: “I saw The Da Vinci Code and the new movie. It’s like that, right?” I had to explain to her the films were a work of fiction.

Is that ignorance on her part? Or ours?

Perhaps it boils down to this:

Years ago, many people could say they had a Mason in their immediate family. He would trundle off with his apron to a meeting, not really saying what he was doing. But he didn’t really need to. The man’s character spoke for him. And because of that Freemasonry was respected. We still hear echoes of this today from young men whose grandfathers were Freemasons and they want to join because of how highly they thought of their grandfather.

Because of the decades-long decline in Masonic membership, a lot of people aren’t exposed to Masons up close. So they don’t know anything about it.

Few (other than nutbars) would think there was some kooky Masonic conspiracy going on if their father or grandfather or best friend was a member of it. And, if that Mason could explain it to others. Knowledge begets knowledge.

I mentioned the radio newscast a little earlier. After the exchange, there was an off-the-air comment:

Host 2: I really don’t know what you do at your meetings.

Is that ignorance on their part? Or ours?

Sunday, 5 July 2009

What Really Goes on at Masonic Meetings?

English can be a beautiful language. Read the poetry of Bro. Robert Service for some enjoyable examples. On the other hand, it can be ignorantly massacred; I’ve probably been guilty of that on occasion.

But written English can be a touch bewildering, and one needs to look no further than the internet. Without face-to-face contact, one is left to use their own logic to divine the meaning or motivation behind an e-mail or a post. I’ve seen too many unfortunate disagreements among Masons on-line—and I’ve probably been guilty of this, too—because someone misinterpreted someone else’s comment.

Freemasons are told to use the Liberal Art of Logic. Sometimes, they don’t use it all that well.

With this in mind, I note a query in the Ask-it-Basket from Ivanhoe, New South Wales which is in the subject line of this post.

So, let’s answer the question of what goes on at Masonic meetings.

There are, essentially, two types of meetings when a Lodge has a formal session. There are regular meetings. In some places in the U.S., they seem to be known as “stated” meetings. These consists of normal, and sometimes boring, content one would find at the business meeting of any organisation:
Minutes are approved.
Committees submit reports.
Membership applications are dealt with.
Officers are elected.

Many Lodges, unfortunately, still pretend it’s the 19th century, before things like this could be circulated (and read) well in advance and dealt with. Thus members snooze through endless readings of minutes and ad-libbed, unfocused reports on some social event coming up (if the member is extremely unlucky, he will be forced to endure follow-up questions about things that were already mentioned in the report or have nothing to do with it).

Anyone joining a Masonic Lodge has to know something in advance. They are not just committing to following the principles of Freemasonry in their lives. They’re pretty well being asked to commit to attend meetings which may be drab or uninteresting.

On top of all this, there are:
Reports on sick members and their families, or those who may need help.
Masonic education.

In a well-organised Lodge, an annual and varied programme is set up. Presentations, debates or general talks take place on Masonic subjects—history, symbolism, philosophy. All members have a chance to stimulate their minds by listening and, better still, contributing. In a well-organised Lodge, a good presenter doesn’t just wing-it or toss together something at the last minute when it comes to education. And everyone should have a chance to contribute.

And, that’s not all. There’s also:
The good of Freemasonry.

Members are allowed, within reason, the freedom to bring up anything Masonic they feel should be brought up. Best wishes are also brought by visitors from other Lodges.

The second type of meeting is an “emergent” or “emergency” meeting (some Americans use the term “called”), generally for ceremonial work. This kind of meeting consists of conducting the three ceremonies of making someone a full member of the fraternity (the three degrees). There is also a ceremonial changeover of officers, generally once a year. In some places, this is considered Masonic “work” and it is private. In others, it’s used as an opportunity to let family and friends attend to gain some insight into Freemasonry without revealing secrets (handshakes and so on).

Of course, after both types of meetings, there’s a chance for fellowship, which should be the part of any fraternity. My lodges generally have light refreshments and a beer or two, with toasts to honour the Grand Lodge, visitors, new members and absent brethren.

So, that answers the question.

Or does it?

You see, the question wasn’t “What goes on at Masonic meetings?” It was “What really goes on at Masonic meetings?” And this is where the difficulty of communicating in plain English on the internet comes into play and one is left to use their sense of logic to figure out what the question actually means.

Is the word “really” included because of scepticism about what the poster has read somewhere? Is it someone who thinks there’s more to a Masonic gathering than uninteresting minutes and prosaic fraternal greetings, and I’ll spill the beans? Alas, I’ll never know.

Robert Service never had such problems getting his message across. Then again, he never dealt with the internet.

Frankly, I can’t worry too much about paranoid conspiracy nutbars or the wilfully-ignorant lemmings who buy everything on kook-sites which twist common sense and proclaim something evil is afoot. Suffice it to say, I’ve outlined what really happens at Masonic meetings. Except for one thing. There’s the feeling of friendship that is likely the reason some Masons are willing to sit through the maddeningly dull and disorganised parts. For a man with true friends is a fortunate man, indeed.

Bro. Service couldn’t have put it in more beautiful English.

Oh. He did.

Saturday, 4 July 2009

Two Short, Related Masonic Questions

Whose rough ashlar are you working on today?

Is there so little work that needs to be done on one’s own ashlar that you can spend the bulk of your time working on, or gossiping about, every other Mason’s?