| MY DUES CARD |
Just a piece of paper about two by four
inches in size, with no intrinsic value
but to me: one of my most valued
possessions.
It is my Dues Card. It tells me I am a
Master Mason, a proud title among men
and Masons, and as an American
citizen, proud in being a part of that
Fraternity which helped to form this
great country, where democracy rules,
where Brotherhood prevails and
tolerance holds sway.
It tells me I am a member of that great
Fraternity which practices charity,
brotherly love, faith in God and our
fellow man.
It is an essential evidence of my
worthiness in endeavoring to gain
admission to any Lodge in any
Jurisdiction in the world.
inches in size, with no intrinsic value
but to me: one of my most valued
possessions.
It is my Dues Card. It tells me I am a
Master Mason, a proud title among men
and Masons, and as an American
citizen, proud in being a part of that
Fraternity which helped to form this
great country, where democracy rules,
where Brotherhood prevails and
tolerance holds sway.
It tells me I am a member of that great
Fraternity which practices charity,
brotherly love, faith in God and our
fellow man.
It is an essential evidence of my
worthiness in endeavoring to gain
admission to any Lodge in any
Jurisdiction in the world.
It tells me that my loved ones, my home
and my possessions are under the
protection of the many brethren of
Masonry who have sworn to protect and
defend mine as I have sworn to protect
any denied theirs.
It tells me that should I find myself in real
distress; the hand of every brother will be
extended to help aid and assist me.
It tells me that if old age should come
upon me-unfortunate, homeless, destitute
and alone, I may find a home among my
old Masonic comrades with every comfort
until I come to the end of my toilsome
journey and the working tools of Masonry
fall from my lifeless grasp.
Finally, when my mortal remains are laid
to rest, my brethren will recall to mind my
few virtues and place the sprig of acacia
on my grave as a token of our faith in the
immortality of the soul; bidding me a
fond farewell until we are again called
together.
and my possessions are under the
protection of the many brethren of
Masonry who have sworn to protect and
defend mine as I have sworn to protect
any denied theirs.
It tells me that should I find myself in real
distress; the hand of every brother will be
extended to help aid and assist me.
It tells me that if old age should come
upon me-unfortunate, homeless, destitute
and alone, I may find a home among my
old Masonic comrades with every comfort
until I come to the end of my toilsome
journey and the working tools of Masonry
fall from my lifeless grasp.
Finally, when my mortal remains are laid
to rest, my brethren will recall to mind my
few virtues and place the sprig of acacia
on my grave as a token of our faith in the
immortality of the soul; bidding me a
fond farewell until we are again called
together.