On May 8th, I visited Tyrian Lodge No. 644. The evening was absolutely wonderful. Over 150 Masons packed into Plum Creek-Monroeville Lodge to see Brother Byrl J. Johnson, Regional Instructor, receive his Fifty Year Service Emblem. Brother Byrl has labored tirelessly for Freemasonry and is a mentor to so many of us. His love for the Fraternity was the inspiration for my address that evening.
A Man for Others
"What
is the use of living, if it be not to strive for noble causes and to make this
muddled world a better place for those who will live in it after we are gone?
How else can we put ourselves in harmonious relation with the great verities
and consolations of the infinite and the eternal?” ~ Brother Winston Churchill
Freemasons are seekers – seekers of
wisdom and of truth. We seek justice,
peace and equality. We crave
understanding. The principles of
Geometry, which form the architecture of our basic teachings were developed as
a way to understand. To understand
nature, to find order in what seems at first glance to be chaos; and by finding
that order, come to a better understanding of the nature of the Divine.
The Craft has always tried to put itself
– as Brother Churchill so eloquently stated – “in harmonious relation with the
great verities and consolations of the infinite and eternal.” From the days of Pythagoras, whose teachings
and discoveries form the foundation of much of our work, man has sought to
commune with the Great Architect by gaining understanding of all that He has
created.
The Masonic path – the quest to find
one’s best self – is by necessity one that must be traveled alone. There are two ironies in that. First, while it is a solo journey, it cannot
be taken without guides. There is the
guide who brings you into and through your Masonic Lodge and then, if you are
lucky, there are other souls – kindred spirits – who open you to a greater
understanding of yourself and of Freemasonry.
The other irony is that, through this
personal formation – this incredibly self-involved act – one finds himself changed
into a Man for Others.
I have said before that the world needs
Freemasonry because Freemasons are good, kind people. We look to ease the burdens of others, to
teach, to support and to improve everything that is in our power. We are not perfect. We make mistakes – sometimes large ones – but
we endeavor at every turn to learn from them and to help teach others not to
make the same ones.
As I look around this room tonight, I
can honestly say that it is full of my personal mentors, Men for Others. Some are role models of leadership and
dignity, of character and right action.
Others are teachers who expect and accept nothing but my best. Others still are spiritual friends whose
hearts and souls emit a light that helps keep me on my path. Each of us has someone like that. He may be sitting next to you or he may have
laid aside his working tools. You may be
that man to someone else in this room whether you’re aware of it or not.
I’d like to read a poem entitled “The
Bridge Builder” by Will Allen Dromgoole.
An old
man, going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast, and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
"Old man," said a fellow pilgrim, near,
"You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again will pass this way;
You've crossed the chasm, deep and wide-
Why build you this bridge at the evening tide?"
The builder lifted his old gray head:
"Good friend, in the path I have come," he said,
"There followeth after me today,
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm, that has been naught to me,
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him.
After we close this meeting, we will be
honoring some within our ranks by presenting Fifty Year Service Emblems. Each of them has been a Bridge Builder for
us. Without them, and without the ones
who came before them, this Fraternity would not be here for us. They have labored, in their own manner, to
shore up our foundation and ensure our future success. They are Men for Others.
We need emulate these men. We need to be willing to shoulder whatever
burdens come our way, be it raising money for Masonic Charities, leading our
Lodges, being ambassadors of the Craft and attracting new men or simply as a
laborer who pays his dues and quietly wears the badge of Freemason.
As we leave this sanctuary tonight and
go back into a world that is strikingly at odds with the peace we feel within
these walls, we must each take what we have learned on our personal journeys
and vow to use it in a very public way.
Be like your mentors and “make this muddled world a better place for
those who live in it after we’re gone.”
In short, be a Man for Others.
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