What it feels like to be a Master Mason

It’s hard to describe the feeling you get when you have earned the title ‘Master Mason.’ It’s kind of a mix between getting married, getting your diploma, and having a kid. It’s one of your happiest moments, you wonder if you have what it takes to go further, and if you made a mistake, all while realizing you have NO IDEA what you are doing.

I’m supposed to be an ‘adult’ - yeah right - I just got a key to the treehouse, and now I get to play with my friends all the time, and there are no more ‘secrets’ that I don’t get to know about now. I get to travel, I get to vote in my Lodge, I get to tell people ‘I’m a Mason.’ It’s scary. I’ve been around my Brothers for the last year, and with rare exception, have not been to another Lodge. I’ve sat in Lodge and watched my Brothers vote on things, approve things, all the while I just sit, listen, and learn. People that knew I was Mason, knew, those that don’t now get to ask me, and I can tell them.

Again, it’s scary.

It’s scary to think that I have walked the same path as so many other men, that I took the same oath as those men. That it will be never be undone, that I will forever hold my obligations to my Brothers. It’s scary to think that I have Brothers all over the world, and instantly we have this one solid foundation of friendship with each other.

In the end I have realized this one thing: Becoming a Master Mason, is truly the first step in a long journey, and it’s scary, but I have Brothers to help every step of the way.