It has been a very interesting start to our 2018 year. We had some water damage due to frozen pipes and everything has been restored better than it was before. The lower half of our building looks brand new. We have installed the new stoves in our kitchen and they look great. We have proven we can work together and get the work done that needs to be done.
I would like to thank all the partners of the brothers who came out for our February stated communication. I understand that this was on Valentine’s Day so I tried to keep it short and simple so that everyone could get back to their loved ones. Thank you very much for allowing them to come out that evening.
Our Table lodge was a great success. As always a delicious meal was prepared by our own Chef Hiram (who traveled a far distance to make this meal for us and we are very thankful). Good fun and great laughs were had by all. Everyone handled themselves very well and responsibly.
Sincerely and Fraternally,
Brother John E Gates
The Silent Summons
A member of a certain Lodge, who previously attended meetings regularly, stopped going. After a few months, the Worshipful Master decided to visit him. It was a chilly evening, and the Worshipful Master found his brother at home alone, sitting before a blazing fire.
Guessing the reason for the Worshipful Master’s visit, the brother welcomed him, led him to a comfortable chair near the fireplace and waited. The Worshipful Master made himself comfortable, but said nothing.
In the grave silence, he contemplated the dance of the flames around the burning logs. After several minutes, the Worshipful Master took the fire tongs, carefully picked up a brightly burning ember and placed it to one side of the hearth, all alone. Then he sat back in his chair, still silent.
His host watched all of this in quiet contemplation. As the one, lone ember’s flame flickered and diminished, there was a momentary glow, and its fire was no more. Soon, it was cold and dead.
Not a word had been spoken since the initial greeting. The Worshipful Master glanced at his watch and chose this time to leave. He slowly stood up, picked up the cold, dead ember, and placed it back in the middle of the fire. Immediately, it began to glow once more, with all the light and warmth of the burning coals around it.
As the Worshipful Master reached the door to leave, his host said, with a tear running down his cheek, “Thank you so much for your fiery summons, my brother. I’ll be back in our Lodge next meeting.”