Thursday, July 20, 2017

An Evening With The Odd Fellows



As the Worshipful Master of Homer Lodge No. 199, one of the things I wanted to do during my term was to make our meetings better, which includes having a robust education program.  So each month we're working to line up a special guest, a speaker, or offer a presentation for the good of the Brethren.  And we invite local lodges to join us.

WM Todd E. Creason, Homer Masonic Lodge No. 199 (seated) and Noble Grand Ainslie Heilich, Tuscola Odd Fellows Lodge No. 316 (standing)
The last month, we invited the Odd Fellows to join us.  There is a new Lodge of Odd Fellows in nearby Tuscola, and their Noble Grand, Ainslie Heilich, joined us for a discussion about the Odd Fellows, their history, and their new Lodge.  It was a terrific presentation, and a lot of really great questions and answers followed.  

Our organizations are very similar in some ways and very different in others as we learned.  Both have been around since the 18th Century.  And both have been helping to build strong communities for hundreds of years--each in their own unique way.  

You can learn more about the Independent Order of Odd Fellows here. And they have a blog, much like The Midnight Freemasons except for Odd Fellows called the Heart in Hand: The Modern Odd Fellows Guide.  You'll find a lot of really interesting pieces there.  In fact, I've been invited to write a little something for their blog, which I definitely plan on doing.  Don't worry, you'll be the first to know when it goes up.

~Todd E. Creason

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

A Little Masonic Humor


"All men make mistakes, but married men find out about them sooner."

~Bro. Red Skelton


Late Night Mischief

There's a man, walking down the street at one o'clock in the morning--he's loaded.

A policeman stops him and asks him, "where do you think you're going in that condition?"

"I'm on my way to a lecture on Freemasonry," the man slurred.

"Where can you possibly get a lecture on Freemasonry at this time of night?" the officers asks.

"From my wife, when I get home!"


And here's a math problem for you . . .

Q: How many Masons does it take to screw in a light bulb?
 
A: Three. One to screw it in, one to read the minutes of the previous light bulb replacement, and one to sit on the sidelines and complain that this wasn't the way they USED to screw in light bulbs.


Sadly, of all the jokes and humourous quotes I've received over the last few months, these were the only ones I could post on here--but keep them coming.  I enjoy them!

~Todd E. Creason

This one is reposted from quite a few years ago--back before anybody had heard of the Midnight Freemasons.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Sunday Scripture: Luke 1:37

There is no question that very often, as individuals, we underestimate what we're capable of doing.  I do it many times myself, especially in those situations when I'm transitioning between the level I'm on, and the next level up.  There's that one moment when I'm looking at a new challenge that seems very large and very difficult and I doubt myself.  It's natural and it's normal.

We often do the same thing with God.  We don't always truly believe He is going to help us during these moments of self doubt, so we have a tendency to try and do things ourselves, and not bother God with little things--He is very busy, after all, running the universe.  He probably has better things to do than help you get through a PowerPoint demonstration during a staff meeting, right?

But there is nothing too big for God to help you with, and there is nothing too small.  When we need help, big or small, the very first thing we should do is ask God for help.  It shouldn't be our last resort.  He doesn't mind--just remember to thank Him afterwards.

~Todd E. Creason

Thursday, July 13, 2017

Out Making New Friends With Daisy


I have this little brown dog named Daisy.  She's a chocolate lab, and actually, she's not so little anymore.  She loves few things more than car rides--we run errands together, and she's allowed into most of the places I go.  Except the gas station.  She's not allowed in the gas station because she got caught shoplifting.  She stole a bag of peanuts--snatched them off a peg and ate them right there in the aisle.

So now when I go into the gas station for coffee, or a soda, or a newspaper . . . she has to stay in the car.  She's very friendly, and without question, very cute.  People just can't seem to resist her.  More often than not, when I come out, I discover Daisy has made a new friend.  A kid on a bicycle.  A teenage girl.  A group on their way to a church camp.  A couple weeks ago when I came out, this nice older woman was sharing a cake donut with Daisy. 

Last week, I came out and as usual she'd made a new friend--a guy that was about the size of the incredible hulk.  He made me a little nervous at first, but as it turns out, he was friendly enough.  I answered all the typical dog questions.  How old is she?  Where did you get her?  She nervous around loud noises?

And then he says, "I see you've traveled some."  I glanced as his vehicle and noticed a slightly different version of the same symbol on his bumper that I have on mine.  He was a Mason.  From a couple states away.  I mentioned a couple names I knew from Ohio.  No connection.  He did the same for Illinois, and those names didn't do much for me either.

Then he mentions that as he's driving to Colorado, he's been catching up on listening to a few episodes of the Whence Came You? podcast he'd missed.  He knew that podcast guy, Robert Johnson, was from Illinois.  I told him I knew him!  I asked him if he'd ever heard of The Midnight Freemasons.  He had.  Not only because of the Whence Came You? podcast, but because he was a regular reader--listed off three or four names of his favorite contributors, including mine.  Apparently, he'd been reading the blog for a long time.  It's a small world without a doubt, and sometimes I forget what a long reach our Midnight Freemasons blog has in the even smaller world of Freemasonry. 

Facebook is nice, but there are many ways to meet new friends.  I've made quite a few new friends lately because of a little brown dog that steals peanuts.

~Todd E. Creason
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