by Midnight Freemason Contributor
Bro. Bill Hosler, PM
“I can't believe I said yes
to this.” Pudge punched his pillow as he grumbled, “This ground is as hard as a
rock!” The old man replied as his voice could be heard in the darkness, “Well,
I'm sure there are plenty of rocks in the ground you are laying on.” Pudge not
seeing the humor in the 50-year member's remark and began to mutter, “I could be
home right now playing a video game, eating pizza, and falling asleep in my
nice comfy bed. Why in the world did the Master think it would be a great idea
for the members of the lodge to all go camping together?” He continued
muttering as he abused the pillow underneath his head.
As the sun was setting, the
crickets could be heard outside the tent that the two men were sharing. The
campground sounds were deadening as the men of the lodge were slowly settling
into their tents; while the sun was in the west at the close of the day.
“I'm guessing you aren't the
“Outdoorsy type"", the old man whispered with a smile that could not be seen in
the darkness. “Nope.” Pudge grunted, “I
just don't see the sense in spending a fortune on equipment so you can live
like a homeless person.” The old man chuckled, “I never thought of it that way.
I just think the Master thought it would be a way for the Brethren to bond and
discover ideas that can better the lodge.”
Pudge turned over in his sleeping bag searching for that elusive
comfortable position. “I know. I don't
mean to be this grumpy. I just hate the idea of spending the entire weekend
with THAT guy.”
“That guy?” The 50-year
member uttered with a question in his voice. “Which, THAT guy?” Pudge hesitated
to answer, “Benny Hart.” I can't stand THAT guy. He is a blowhard. All he does
is brag about all the stuff he owns and the women he runs around with, and he is constantly abusing alcohol. I suspect there are other things he does that we don't know about that I'm sure would make us look bad. I don't know if I can keep my mouth shut
around him for an entire weekend.”
“I can see that. You can't
like everyone.” The old man expressed, “Let me ask you this, what have you done
to try to help him?” Pudge sat up in his sleeping bag, “Help him! Why in the
world would I try to help that blowhard?” “Because he is your Brother.”, the 50-year member replied. “Have you tried
talking to him about his failings? Put your arm around his shoulder and try to
whisper good counsel in his ear? It's easy to hate someone, but the hardest
part is holding out your hand to help a Brother see the error of his ways.”
Pudge’s voice began to rise,
“There is no talking to that guy! We would have been better off if we never let
him in!” The old man said “Maybe, but he's in and now we have to deal with him.
We each had an opportunity, you included, to prevent it. If he is as bad as you say he is then each of
us could have investigated his background.
Sitting in on his interview or talking to him on a casual basis could
have raised a flag. Unless of course, he was purposely hiding his background
and personality. We should have seen his character and prevented his
membership.”
Pudge quietly sat in the
darkness. “You are right. I had a feeling about him when I interviewed him. I
never mentioned it to anyone.” The 50-year member seemed surprised, “You did?
And you didn't say anything? If nothing more you could have thrown a black ball
during his vote.” “I could have” Pudge muttered. I thought that maybe it was
just me. I also know the lodge needs additional members so I decided to say
nothing. I had hoped I was wrong and he would turn out all right.”
“That is one of the big
problems Masonry has today.”, the old man exclaimed. "We hold our noses and vote
in people because we need the members. Sadly we have been so short-sided
focusing on the membership numbers that we don't think about the man we are
bringing in. No one ever stops to think if we were more selective and truly
guarding the west gate then the men we bring in might stay around.” Pudge was
still inside his sleeping bag. His voice whispered through the darkness, “I'm
afraid if the west gate would have been well guarded when I tried to enter it,
I probably wouldn't be here today.” The old man seemed confused by Pudge's
statement. “Why on earth would you think that?” A pause in the conversation
seemed like an eternity before Pudge responded. “Because they probably wouldn't
have let me in. I didn't look like the typical Mason when I joined. My tattoos,
hair, and even my dress screamed out that I was not Masonic material.”
The old man laughed, “Buddy I
will admit I had my concerns when I first saw you. But I got to know you. I
learned to look past your physical appearance. I know you have heard a million
times it’s the inward not the outward. There is a lot of truth to that. We need
to look at the inward by doing a good candidate investigation. Not just talking
to the man and his family. We should
talk to the people the man interacts with in his daily life. Find out what kind
of man he is.”
The old man continued, “Many
men want to join the Fraternity. Many
want to become better men or find a deeper meaning in life. Sadly, there are
those men who join that think by having a square and compass on their lapel will
help them in business or even allow them to network with prospective clients. Worse
yet, it will give them the appearance of respectability. We need to weed those men out from the men
who wish to become Masons to better themselves.”
“If we attract just numbers then
that is exactly what we will get. Just numbers.
We will have men who join and soon realize that being a member does not
help them with their mercenary motives.
They will either just quit coming, demit or allow themselves to become
suspended for nonpayment of dues. Then
we are in no better place than where we started.”
“But, if we allow only those
men of quality, the ones who wish to
become better men through service to themselves and their worthy Brothers, we
will once again become a great fraternity.
Those men will thrive and will continue to come to the lodge and be a
positive influence on all those who surround them. Everyone will benefit from each other’s
company.”
Pudge lay in silence as the
old man spoke. “I know you are
right. I would rather be surrounded by a
small group of great men instead of a group of 100 men like that Benny.” “Most
people would Pudge", the old man replied.
"But since he is already in, we must do our job. One of the things a
great man can do is to have the courage to face things he doesn't want to and
tackle those tasks that are either unpleasant or seem to be impossible. I think one of those tasks for you is to try
and talk to Benny. Whisper good counsel
in his ear and hopefully, your influence will have a positive effect on
him. If it doesn't help, then at least
you will have a clear conscience and you know you tried to help him see the
error of his ways.”
Pudge turned over in his
sleeping bag once again. Groaning as he
turned. “OK I'll start in the morning,
that is if I can ever find a comfortable position to fall asleep.”
The old man laughed. “You will son. Soon you will fall asleep and then wake up as
the sun rises in the east to open and govern the day with the smell of bacon
cooking over a campfire. If that doesn't
start your day off right I don't know what will. I'll even make sure there is a pot of
coffee brewing on the fire just for you.” Pudge giggled, “Plain coffee isn't my
favorite but I guess it will have to do.
Maybe next year I can talk the Master into camping outside a coffee
shop. That way I can wake up to the
smell of a latte in the morning.”
Both men chuckled to
themselves as they each fell fast asleep under the stars to the sound of
crickets in the distance.
~BH
WB Bill Hosler was made a
Master Mason in 2002 in Three Rivers Lodge #733 in Indiana. He served as
Worshipful Master in 2007 and became a member of the internet committee
for Indiana's Grand Lodge. Bill is currently a member of Roff Lodge No.
169 in Roff Oklahoma and Lebanon Lodge No. 837 in Frisco,Texas. Bill is
also a member of the Valley of Fort Wayne Ancient Accepted Scottish
Rite in Indiana. A typical active Freemason, Bill also served as the
High Priest of Fort Wayne's Chapter of the York Rite No. 19 and was
commander of of the Fort Wayne Commandery No. 4 of the Knight Templar.
During all this he also served as the webmaster and magazine editor for
the Mizpah Shrine in Fort Wayne Indiana.
One thing we are taught is, not to judge others. Pudge judged Benny right off the bat. Perhaps Pudge needs some counciling too, no? Or did I miss something?
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It sounded to me like the old man *was* counseling Pudge.
ReplyDeleteI think the old man was counseling him. Pudge is still a new Mason and still learning. I think he was judging Benny in the way he felt like he would have been judged when he was seeking admission.
ReplyDeleteNone of us are perfect that's why there is Masonry, to help us try to achieve perfection. We will always fall short but that doesn't stop us from trying.
..got it!
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