10/12/2025
Yesterday we celebrated the beginning of two young men's journey into our fraternity. Always a great day when men are first introduced to what we all hope is a lifelong journey of brotherly love, and living a life of God's divine wisdom.
As Freemasons we usually talk about the degree, how well people did their parts, and how inspiring it is to see people take on the bond of brotherhood, or dispensing wisdom gained by years of experience to the new brothers. Most times these events are put into a post adorned with pictures, sometimes video, a celebration of grand achievement, displayed in pixel form.
However, just maybe, yesterday was special, even moreso, because it lacked all of that.
We've all seen degrees and while the Brothers of CDR did a great job, that's not what made the day special.
Afterwards, brothers and visitors alike flooded into a local restaraunt, with the two newly initiated Masons, and there the true meaning of Freemasonry was made evident for all to witness.
About twenty men, gathered around a table sharing stories and wisdom. Toasts we're raised to the new beginnings and conversation flowed. What you didn't see was a powerful statement about brotherhood. No phones were out, no one was scrambling to get the perfect picture, no flash from camera. Just men, celebrating brotherhood, celebrating life, and living in the moment. As we were designed by our creator to do. Laughter echoed from the walls, punctuated by brief anecdotes of life, and whispers of wisdom by the more informed brothers of the craft. That peace and harmony we so strive for, laid bare for all the world to see.
One can't help but think, the lack of phones, cameras and the like, the ever present idols of modern life, made this moment ever more special. This day will not live on as an arrangement of colored pixels, archived forever on the internet for all to see. But, it will be forever burned into the memories of those that attended. And for the candidates, and those visitors that have never seen it before, it will hopefully be etched upon their trestle boards as they continue their work in life.
I will end this story as simply as it began, no tags, no shoutouts. The people that were there, both in our group and witnessing this event from the restaurant, hopefully will ever after remember this day.