The Masonic Network Public Blog

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On December 23, 2008, we launched the first Social Networking site dedicated to Freemasonry.

We have spent months working on this site and are constantly working on improving the system as well as adding new things that could be useful or enjoyable for our Brethren members.  

We have more than 100 active members and the number is growing day by day. On a typical day the Administration team receives more than 60 requests to join and we have dealt with more than 3000 requests since launching.

Our latest feature is a public blog open to all Masons and people interested in finding out more about Freemasonry, to show the world the truth behind our Brotherhood, to prove to the members of the public that nothing untoward happens in a Lodge room during our meetings and that for centuries Freemason’s have provided a helping hand to the communites we live in.

Hopefully the readers of this blog will understand why we are so proud to be Freemason’s.

For our first post we wanted to share something that a Brother on the network shared with all of us about a week ago:

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 him self 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.” — Author Unknown