ONCE WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

A masonic lodge is an exchange.  It is where wealth becomes philanthropy. It is where the intelligence of a young man, a merchant, the farmer or tradesman becomes honed. It is where commitment is made to the power of the mind.  Ambition and ego are put into harness.  It is where a simple fool rubs shoulders with genius.

A man who can open his mind to new ideas finds confidence being in a constant state of apprenticeship. It is in this alchemist laboratory where time is compressed. The greatest leaders of history teach him that leadership is a service.  His own humility quitely mocks conspicuous displays of wealth. He peels away the hallmark of nouveau riche.  He becomes part of a history bigger than himself, yet not worth mentioning.

Faith or superstition. Petty or substantive. Darkness or enlightenment. Balance. Charity. Beauty.  Agape. A man is no better than what he leaves behind