Each
year in May when I make my annual pilgrimage to the Indianapolis 500
– a near-religious experience – my journey takes me through the
Champagne-Urbana, Illinois region. There, in recent years, I've
taken that opportunity to meet with friends from the area. We have
lunch, share the experiences of the past year, exchange ideas and
maybe even tell a tall tale or two. Freemasons all, the conversation
usually has a lot to do with the state of the Craft, whether in our
local lodges or with other Masonic issues in general.
Our
small group consists of Todd Creason, Greg Knott, yours truly and
this year, for the first time, Darrin Lahners joined us. While
Freemasonry struggles with membership issues, our exclusive “order”
has grown by 33%.

These
Brothers are so dynamic, enthusiastic and have had so many successes
I'm sometimes surprised to find they run into the same issues I
encounter; but they do. We share those issues and try to work out
what solutions and suggestions we can in the space of an hour or so.
I
really look forward to this little get-together. It's nothing
earthshaking. We're not going to solve the problems of the world in
the small amount of time we have. Maybe its greatest significance is
there are three – make that four guys – different ages, different
backgrounds, different geographical regions getting together. If not
for the bond of Freemasonry this wouldn't happen. I wouldn't know any
of them and, although Darrin, Greg and Todd work at the same place
they wouldn't know each other as well or perhaps at all.
I've
seen this kind of thing happen a lot. We are a band of Brothers with
common experiences and obligations. Knowing we share the tenets of
Freemasonry brings us together like magnets. Just seeing that square
and compasses pin on a lapel makes us want to know more about the man
wearing it. It's not just a conversation piece; it represents the
strong bond of Brotherhood.
This
year's meeting came and went all too quickly. We finished our meal,
posed for our mandatory photo and went our separate ways. Across the
parking lot from the others, I barely could hear one of them say,
“Meeting adjourned.”
That
is until next year, God willing.
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