Category: G


The Gift of Masonry

The Gift of Masonry

A group of craftsmen were talking about the nature of Masonry, and one had the following insight:

“Masonry is like a mysterious package given to us in beautiful wrappings, and each of us receives it like a child. Some children become so enchanted by the wrappings that they forget about the gift itself. Some rip away the wrappings and immediately dump out the contents so they can play with the box. And some of us tear through the wrappings and the box with a single question in mind: ‘What’s inside?'”

A Good Man Better

The Worshipful Master asked a lodge of Entered Apprentices, “What is the purpose of Masonry?

One of the EAs stood and said, “To make a good man better, Worshipful Master.”

Just then an old Master Mason sat up in his chair, looking around with a painful expression on his face, and asked, “What is that infernal noise???”

The Worshipful Master ignored him and asked the EA, “What, then, is a ‘good man’ and how do we make him ‘better’?”

The EA thought for a second and then began, “Well, a good man is one who…”

Before the EA could finish the old Master Mason suddenly jumped from his seat, covering his ears, and headed for the door shouting, “Oh no! Oh no! It’s the gates of Hell opening right here and now!”

The Ghost of Hiram Abif

There were two prominent Master Masons of opposite characteristics working on a great cathedral. One was an instructor in geometry and worked diligently at leading a virtuous life. He never drank spirituous beverages and never stopped working as long as there was enough daylight, not even to eat. The other was an instructor in sculpting, and was widely known as a bit of a scoundrel. Whenever he felt like eating, he ate, and when he felt like sleeping in the daytime, he slept.

One day the geometrician visited the sculptor, who was drinking wine and eating bread instead of working.

“Hello, brother,” the sculptor greeted him. “Won’t you have some bread and wine?”

“I never drink, and I don’t eat when I could be working!” exclaimed the geometrician severely.

“You don’t drink and you don’t stop working to eat? Are you a human being?” asked the sculptor.

“You call me inhuman just because I do not!” exclaimed the geometrician in anger. “Well, if I am not human, then what am I?”

“You must be the ghost of our Grand Master Hiram Abif!”

Gavel Raps and Aprons

Before Peter Gower would allow an apprentice to pass to the degree of fellowcraft, he always asked this question: “The world is so vast, why do you put on your apron and rise at the rap of a gavel?”

Good and Wholesome Instructions

A workman from the Temple was carrying his tools to a new worksite. On
his way, he passed by Grand Master Hiram Abif, who was seated at his trestleboard and drawing designs.

Spotting the Grand Master alone and sensing an opportunity to question the Grand Master, he came to him and said, “Master Hiram, ever since I was made a Mason, I have followed the instructions of our ritual. I have spent my leisure hours conversing with learned brethren. I have spoken with the older Masons. I have spoken with the officers. I have spoken with the Worshipful Master. I have spoken with the Past Masters. Yet still I do not understand. What am I to do?”

Without looking up from his work, Hiram said, “Set your tools down for a moment.”

The Mason set down his tools and said, “Thank you, Grand Master! These
are heavy and I have been carrying them for a long while to a site of new construction for the Temple and it is so hot today.”

Without looking up from his work, Hiram said, “Have a seat under that tree for a moment.”

The Mason sat and said, “Thank you again, Grand Master! It feels so nice to take a break from the work here in the shade. I am weary and, as I said, my mind has been struggling with the meaning of our ritual. Can you help me?”

Without looking up from his work, Hiram said, “Be quiet for a moment.”

And the Mason was quiet.