For hundreds of years, each eve, Freemasons worldwide raise their glasses and toast our absent Brethren. Whether the absence is as a result of their having travelled the long road to the East entering the Grand Lodge above, or laying sick in hospital or looking after their families, they will always be in hearts and minds of their Brethren.
Every evening, somewhere in the world, a Tyler stands ready at the door, a Master seated in the East guiding his lodge, a young man initiated into the Order, another Raised to wear the badge of a Master Mason, laughter and song fill festive boards.
Until now….
A sickness has befallen to earth, hundred of thousands of lives lost, millions sick, worldwide lockdowns resulting in people living in fear, staring outside their windows, fearing the mere physical touch of another human. Grandparents unable to hold their grandchildren, children unable to visit their frail parents, loved ones unable to visit their dying in hospitals…
For the first time since World War II, thousands of Lodges have closed their doors, no longer able to meet in unity and harmony.The merry song of men has ended… for now.
A fraternity which has thrived hundreds of years, through wars, famine, plagues, pandemics, criticism and hatred, remains strong in the hearts of it’s Brethren. Whilst we are not able to meet in person, Masons around the world have joined virtual hands, and support each other and the world alike.
And now, each evening at 9, Masons from across the globe raise their glass, and think of those that have gone, those that are sick, are lonely, sad, those on the frontline, the paramedics, nurses, doctors, those that are holding their families tightly praying for a cure and to be able to hug a loved one not there by their side.
Our working tools have been lain down, but not in our hearts and minds. An Almoner we have all become.
I pray that a vaccine is found soon and we may meet once again, may you and your family remain safe and healthy.
And now, as the clock strikes the hour of 9, I stand and raise my glass.. To absent Brethren.
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