The Masonic Dues Card

I hold in my hand a lit­tle scrap of paper 2 123 1/​2 inches in size. It is of no intrin­sic worth, not a bond, not a check or receipt for valu­ables, yet it is my most price­less pos­ses­sion. It is my mem­ber­ship card in a Masonic Lodge.

It tells me that I have entered into a spir­i­tual kin­ship with my fel­low Masons to prac­tice char­ity in word and deed; to for­give and for­get the faults of my brethren; to hush the tongues of scan­dal and innu­endo; to care for the crip­pled, the hun­gry and the sick, and to be fair and just to all mankind.

It tells me that no mat­ter where I may travel in the world, I am wel­come to visit a place where good fel­low­ship pre­vails among broth­ers and friends.

It tells me that my loved ones, my home, and my house­hold are under the pro­tec­tion of every mem­ber of this great Fra­ter­nity, who have sworn to defend and pro­tect mine as I have sworn to defend and pro­tect theirs.

It tells me that should I ever be over­taken by adver­sity or mis­for­tune through no fault of my own, the hands of every Mason on the face of the earth will be stretched forth to assist me in my necessities.

It tells me that, and a great deal more, this lit­tle card, and makes me proud yet hum­ble, that I can pos­sess this pass­port into a soci­ety of friends and broth­ers that are num­bered in the millions.

And finally, it tells me that when my final exit from the stage of life has been made, there will be gath­ered around my life­less body, friends and broth­ers who will recall to mind my virtues, though they be but few, and will for­get my faults, though they may be many.