Thursday, September 18, 2008
Becoming A Mason
My step-dad was a staunch Baptist — and a proud member of the Masons. His funeral was typically Baptist. Then we moved to the cemetery for the burial. Again the Baptist minister presided, but with his blessing a Masonic ritual was allowed. Three Masons wearing black suits and funky waitress mini-aprons arose and did something strange that I really didn't pay that much attention to. Afterwards I rode back to the house with my step-brother who recalled that he once asked his dad how someone is invited to become a Mason. Eddie then dropped the subject. Curious, I asked him, "How do you get asked to join the Masons?" That's the ticket. You have to ask them first. They don't proselytize.