Dear Son

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  1. Blake Bowden

    Blake Bowden Administrator Staff Member

    This Short Talk Bulletin was inspired by two sentences contained in

    an extensive report to the Grand

    Master in Texas in 1978 by the Grand Lodge Printing Committee. We

    thank Right Worshipful

    Brother Furman Vinson, P.G.M., Texas, for sharing this report with


    "There is reason to believe that the family relationship is a weak

    link in the process that induces young men to seek Light within

    Freemasonry. Masons who attend lodge fifty or sixty times a year in

    addition to other Masonic organizations, are officers, or are engaged

    in a lot of committee work which take them away from their families,

    may be setting examples their sons do not wish to follow. "

    It was not a pleasure trip for Jim. He had just flown half way across

    the country on a variety of air lines, and was now driving a rental

    car into the little town where he had been born and where he had

    grown up. It had been several years since he had been to his

    hometown. Many changes had taken place. Mentally, Jim was making note

    of the changes.

    There was a new wing on the old school from which he had graduated so

    many years ago .... a filling station where the old feed store used

    to be .... a motel sprawled across the field where he used to play

    baseball .... a municipal parking lot with parking meters had

    replaced the movie hall .... and there was a fancy new hardware store

    next to the old drug store in the Masonic temple. Jim continued

    driving slowly through the center of town to an impressive turn-of-

    the-century white house with its manicured lawn. A dignified sign

    identified the house as "Goode Funeral Home--Benjamin A. Goode,


    Director." Parking the car, Jim took a deep breath, walked to the

    door and rang the bell. Answering the melodic chimes was a man with a

    full head of snow-white hair which accentuated his red face and

    penetrating eyes. Jim remembered Mr. Goode as one of his father's

    best friends, and was expecting him to be long-faced and distraut

    over his father's death.

    Instead, Ben Goode was jovial and seemed genuinely glad to see Jim,

    greeting him with a hearty smile and firm handclasp. "Jim, you've

    grown a foot at least since I last saw you. C'mon into the kitchen

    and let's have a cup of coffee and a gab fest." One cup led to

    another as Jim told Mr. Goode of his stint with the Marines in Viet

    Nam, his college days and his struggles in the business world. And,

    of course, he bragged about the fact that his wife was about to

    present him with their first child.

    That was when Mr. Goode first mentioned Jim's father. "I remember the

    night when you were born. Your Dad was about the proudest father I

    ever saw. He came right from the hospital to the Lodge Hall bragging

    that Martha had just given birth to the future Master of Glenview

    Lodge. After the work that

    night, your Dad went down to the drug store and bought a box of the

    best 25c cigars they had and passed 'em around during refreshment."

    Jim squirmed a bit in his chair and mumbled something about hadn't

    they better talk about arrangements for the funeral. "Nope!" Ben

    said, "When your Dad was Master of the Lodge, he planned every detail

    of every meeting .... and they always went off without a hitch. His

    funeral will, too, 'cause he planned it all. Reverend Shuter, who was

    Grand Chaplain a couple of years back, will

    conduct the service here at the Home; Ole Johnson, the Lodge Organist

    will play the music; the Pall Bearers are all Past Masters and the

    Graveside Service will be conducted by Bill Avery, the District

    Deputy, and the boys from the Lodge. You don't have to worry about a

    thing. "

    Before leaving the funeral home, Jim looked in where his father's

    body rested in the coffin surrounded by mounds of flowers. Dad looked

    natural and at peace. The Past Master's jewel on his coat lapel

    glistened. Jim closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer.

    As he said goodnight to his father's old friend, Ben Goode handed Jim

    an envelope. "Special delivery," he said. "Your Dad gave this to me a

    couple of weeks ago. Said he didn't trust the Post Office."

    Once in his motel room, Jim took the envelope out of his pocket. In

    bold letters across the face of it, his father had written, "James

    Arthur Mastain." Inside the envelope were five pages of a hand

    written letter in the clear, though shaky, handwriting of his father.

    He read:

    "Dear Son:

    Don't grieve for me. While the end of my mortal life draws near, I

    eagerly look forward to my journey to that undiscovered country from

    whose bourne no traveller returns.

    I have lived a full, rich life. The good Lord has blessed me with his

    bounty. Until this past year, I have

    had excellent health. Your mother and I had forty-seven years of

    mutual trust, understanding and love, before she went to her eternal

    rest. We were truly blessed when you came into our lives. We tried to

    give you the best of everything. We gloried in your accomplishments

    and shared your troubles. You are now a man, though you'll always be

    my little boy. You served your country well, and you are well on your

    way to becoming a successful business man. I'm proud of you, son, and

    am sorry I will not get to see my grand-child.

    As I explained to you when you came back from Viet Nam, I could never

    ask you to become a Mason,

    that it must be your desire to become one. I'm hoping that some day

    you will decide to become part of that Universal Brotherhood which

    has been such a major factor in my life.

    Last night, in an effort to take my mind off my physical discomfort,

    I recited every bit of Masonic ritual I could remember, and mentally

    checked off how I had put into practice the tenets and teachings of

    Freemasonry. For the most part, I think I have been a true Man and


    Masonry has made me a better man. It has brought me close to my

    religious teachings. It has made me a better person, a better husband

    and made me feel closer to Almighty God. I have enjoyed the

    fellowship of my Brothers and shared in their concern for our


    There are some definite duties that a man owes to his God, his

    country, his family, his neighbor, and to himself. The one area in

    which I failed was in my duties to the family. When you were growing

    up, you must have thought there was nothing else in my life but

    Masonry. I realize now that I was over-zealous in my lodge

    activities--Lodge meetings, visitations, rehearsals, committees,

    study groups,

    candidate instruction.

    I can't help wondering if that is why you never asked for a petition.

    It just may be that I gave you the wrong impression--that it was all

    work--that the duties of a Mason were too time consuming. One of the

    lessons in the ritual is that we should never let our zeal for the

    institution interfere with our usual vocations. I guess you might say

    that that's a lesson I learned--too late.

    Son, my inevitable meeting with death is near, but my journey leads

    to the Everlasting Habitation of ourcreator. I ask that you think on

    these things.

    Be a good man, a faithful husband, a loving and understanding father,

    true to the faith of your acceptance, and a good citizen. While these

    are the

    teachings of Freemasonry, they are attributes of a real man.

    Your loving Father. "

    Jim read the letter over and over. He recalled those high school days

    when Dad couldn't attend the school play in which he had the lead

    because it was "Official Visitation." He remembered the time when he

    wanted to get some paternal advice, only to find that "Dad's gone to

    a meeting. " He smiled as he remembered one time when they were in

    church. When the minister closed his prayer with "Amen," Dad had

    automatically boomed, "So Mote it be."

    Yes, he thought, I guess I have been "turned off" on the Masons. And,

    I guess it was because Dad worked so hard at it. I never knew much

    about it, but did know that it took a lot of work and a lot of time.

    I guess I just didn't want to get involved.

    It was a big funeral. Ben Goode bustled around seeing that everyone

    was seated just so. The Masons all sat together. Jim couldn't help

    but think that they were here paying their respects to a Brother

    Mason, a friend and a man. Everything went off just as Ben Goode had

    said it would..."without a hitch" -- just as Dad had planned it.

    Returning from the graveside service Jim thought, "What a great bunch

    of guys. Everyone of them had been influenced by Dad. They really

    loved him. What a close-knit group they are. There must be something

    to their talk about "immortality." They really make me feel that Dad

    isn't dead--he's just gone on a trip to a better life.

    As they drove up to the Funeral Home, Mrs. Goode came out to meet

    them. "Jim," she said, "the hospital just called. Beth and your SON

    are both fine." Jim broke into a wide grin. "Ben," he said, "Let's go

    down to the drug store and get some of those 25c cigars. The boys at

    the lodge might like to know about the future Worshipful Master."

    All names, places, events and lodges mentioned in this Bulletin are

    fictional. Any relationship to actual events is purely intentional.

    And, as this is fiction, you can be sure that in subsequent weeks,

    Jim Mastain ''saw the Light. "

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