My Masonic Membership Card
I hold in my hand a
little scrap of paper 2 1/2 x 3 1/2 inches in size. It is of no intrinsic worth, not a
bond, not a check or receipt for valuables, yet it is my most priceless possession. It is
my membership card in a Masonic Lodge.
It tells me that I
have entered into a spiritual kinship with my fellow Masons to practice charity in word
and deed; to forgive and forget the faults of my brethren; to hush the tongues of scandal
and innuendo; to care for the crippled, the hungry and the sick, and to be fair and just
to all mankind.
It tells me that no
matter where I may travel in the world, I am welcome to visit a place where good
fellowship prevails among brothers and friends.
It tells me that my
loved ones, my home, and my household are under the protection of every member of this
great Fraternity, who have sworn to defend and protect mine as I have sworn to defend and
It tells me that
should I ever be overtaken by adversity or misfortune through no fault of my own, the
hands of every Mason on the face of the earth will be stretched forth to assist me in my
And finally, it
tells me that when my final exit from the stage of life has been made, there will be
gathered around my lifeless body, friends and brothers who will recall to mind my virtues,
though they be but few, and will forget my faults, though they may be many.
It tells me that,
and a great deal more, this little card, and makes me proud yet humble, that I can possess
this passport into a society of friends and brothers that are numbered in the millions.
SO MOTE IT BE !!