From the Master of Kadosh (January, 2016)

posted Mar 11, 2016, 2:32 PM by San Jose Scottish Rite   [ updated Mar 11, 2016, 3:21 PM ]

Greetings everyone!

Happy New Year!  This is my last article as Master of Kadosh (okay, okay … stop cheering).  I have really enjoyed serving you this year.  I think our Scottish Rite meetings and events have excelled in bringing pleasure, friendships, and joy.  I look forward to what’s coming this year.  A New Year brings a whole new set of possibilities!
Again I offer a bit of Masonic history/trivia for January.  On January 2nd, 1901, President Theodore “Teddy” Roosevelt received his 1st Degree in Matinecock Lodge No. 806 in Oyster Bay, New York.  On January 7th, 1785, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart received his 2nd Degree.  On January 12th, 1886, Quatuor Coronati Lodge #2076 was consecrated and constituted in London.  It is still considered by many to be the premier Masonic Research Lodge in the world.  In the month of January, Grand Lodges were formed in Ohio (1808), Iowa (1843), Indiana (1818), Nevada (1865), and Utah (1872).  These are just a few Masonic events of note that happened in January.  I hope they are of interest.
I have one final story I want to share with you to start the New Year:

Thanks – Author Unknown 

It had been some time since Jack had seen his old friend.  College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. Jack had moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.
One day, his mother called him.  “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.”  Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.  “Jack, did you hear me?”  “Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him.  I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago.”  Hi Mom responded, “Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing.  He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over on 'his side of the fence' as he put it.”  Jack said, “I loved that old house he lived in.”  “After your father died, Jack, Mr. Belser was the one that stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life,” she said.  “He's the one who taught me carpentry,” he said. “I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important... Mom, I'll be there for the funeral.”
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.  The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.  Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.  The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture... Jack stopped suddenly.
“What's wrong, Jack?” his Mom asked.  “The box is gone.”  “What box?”  “There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was ‘the thing I value most,’” Jack said.  It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it.  Jack said to his Mom, “Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him. I’d better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom.”
A couple of weeks later, Jack returned home from work to find he’d received a small package in the mail.  The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.  “Mr. Harold Belser” it read.  Jack ripped open the package and there inside was the gold box and an envelope.  The note inside said, “Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life.”  A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing and tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful 
gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:  “Jack, Thanks for your time! - Harold Belser.”  The thing he valued most...was...Jack’s time.
Many of us labor in the fields of Masonry because what we do matters…it makes a difference.  But sometimes we get so busy in the activities of Masonry, we neglect to make the important differences to those closest to us.  Brethren, I ask that you take some quality time with your families…time with your friends.  For the wisest know not when, time shall be no more.  See you at our Tuesday night meeting and dinner!

Bud Ramsey
Master of Kadosh