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SHORT TALK BULLETIN - Vol.IX   October, 1931   No.10 

FREEMASONRY’S ANSWER TO JOB 

by: Unknown 

“If a man die, shall he live again?  (Job 14:14) 

Freemasonry has been called a religion which can be all things to all  
men. 
Many dispute the statement that Freemasonry is a religion at all, on  
the theory that a religion is a specified manner of worship, whereas  
Freemasonry has neither creed nor dogma.  Freemasonry is much more  
properly religion than “a” religion. 
Freemasonry may, indeed, be all things religious to all men.  Each  
may take from it, each may read into it, any creed or dogma which  
fits his personal religious belief - and find his faith fits with the  
teachings of the gentle Craft. 
For be a man’s faith what it may, it must be founded on the rock of a  
belief in Deity and a faith in a future life.  Here, indeed,  
Freemasonry touches hands with religion and sees eye to eye with all  
beliefs.  The Master Mason’s Degree, the Hiramic Legend, the Search  
For That Which Was Lost and the Sprig of Acacia all answer the cry of  
Job with comfort and assurance. 

Pull the flower to pieces; remain the petals, a perfume, but no rose.   
Play the symphony, isolate note by note; sound is heard, but no  
music.   
Every word Milton wrote is in the dictionary; but great poems may not  
be found there, 
So of any written account of this degree; we may write of its  
symbols, analyze its legend, tell of its meaning, but we pronounce  
but words without rhyme, make a flower of wax, a song muted.  The  
best we may do is to point out a path to the high mountain of  
spiritual experience which is the Sublime Degree, that he who climbs  
may see it with a new view - and clearer eyes. 
To the universal and yearning hope of all mankind throughout all ages  
Freemasonry answers; there “is” a hope of immortality; there “is” a  
Great Architect by whose mercy we may live again, leaving to each  
brother his choice of interpretation by which he may read the Great  
Beyond. 
The Third Degree teaches of the power- and the powerlessness - of  
evil.  For those who are happy to believe in the resurrection of the  
physical body, the Sublime degree has comfort.  For those whose hope  
is in the raising only of that spiritual body of which Paul taught,  
the degree assures of all the longing heart can wish. 
When the greatest hope and the dearest wish of all mankind is made  
manifest, the Sublime Degree turns to “this” life and “this”  
brotherhood, and ties together the Hiramic Legend and daily living in  
a manner which no thoughtful man may see and hear without a thrill; a  
way at once awe inspiring and heartening; terrible and beautiful;  
sternly uncompromising yet strangely comforting in that land of inner  
life, that home of the spirit, where each man thinks the secret  
thoughts he tells never - never. 
In his quiet hours, first among those matters unspoken is the age old  
question of Job.  When he sees his children growing up and realizes  
that he is getting older, older and some day to be really old, he  
asks it.  When he stands beside the coffin of his departed brother to  
cast into the open grave the Sprig of Acacia he asks it again,  
sometimes not knowing that the very act which gives rise to the  
question is Freemasonry’s answer. 
Acacia was a symbol of immortality before Freemasonry existed.  It is  
the shittim wood of the Old Testament, the erica or tamarisk at the  
foot of which the body of the dead Osiris was cast ashore so that,  
when found, it would rise again. 
The Jews have always considered shittim a sacred wood; a symbol of  
life.  Logs used in houses sprouted long after the tree was destroyed  
that the beam might be made from it.  Shittim wood was used to  
construct the table for the shew bread, the tabernacle, the Ark of  
the Covenant, the sacred furniture of the Temple.  Everyone was  
familiar with the evergreen which does not seem to die in cold  
weather, as do less hardy trees which shed their leaves and sleep  
through the winter. 
But if Freemasonry did not make Acacia a symbol, the Craft adopted it  
as symbolic of our own special Rite and beliefs. 
Acacia marked the spot where lay all that was mortal of the Widow’s  
Son.  The Hiramic Legend is of an immortality which was made manifest  
in the very shade of acacia; how should the plant “not” stand for the  
most blessed hope of man? 
In the stately prayer in the Master’s degree we hear “for there is  
hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again - .”   
Later we learn of man who “cometh forth as a flower and is cut down,”  
by the scythe of time which gathers him “to the land where his  
fathers have gone before him.” 

“Where is that land?” 

Uncounted millions have asked.  Freemasonry’s reply is, that glorious  
immortality symbolized by the acacia, its reality attested by every  
hope of every man born of woman since the first infant cried its  
birth cry. 
The Sprig of acacia has another and equally beautiful implication  
besides that of the certainty of spiritual survival.  “Faith is the  
substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”  The  
Sprig of Acacia is not only the emblem of a future life, but of  
faith. 
It matters little what faith that is.  It is the existence of “some”  
faith which is important; the certainty of “things not seen.”  The  
Masons may be a Methodist, Baptist, Spiritualist, Evolutionist,  
Unitarian. Trinitarian, Mohammedan or Brahmin.  He may believe in an  
orthodox heaven of Golden Streets and Milk and Honey; his faith may  
send him to a whole realm of seven planets which he may visit in turn  
with esoteric Buddist; he may believe in the succession of planes of  
Spiritualism or the Nirvana of the Orient - the Sprig of Acacia is at  
once a symbol of the immortality taught by his faith, and of the  
faith itself. 
One cannot “prove” immortality any more than one can prove God.   
Proof is the result of logic , and logic is a process of the mind.   
Faith is the product of a process of the heart.  We cannot reason  
ourselves into or of love; we cannot reason ourselves into or out of  
faith. 
The Sprig of Acacia proves nothing - nor does it try to.  It means  
everything to him who has the faith.  It is Freemasonry’s attestation  
to her children and to the world that brethren drop their tears on  
the body of the deceased brother in full faith that - where nor how  
we presume not to say, leaving it wholly to the eye which Sees the  
Everlasting Arms which enfold - he, even as we, shall live again.  He  
knows past all forgetting because he has learned the lesson of the  
Hiramic Legend. 
Learned students have attempted to fix the date -as if dates  
mattered! - when that story first made its appearance in Freemasonry.   
Their conclusions are more negative than positive, and none have gone  
behind the fact that in one form or another the Hiramic Legend is  
among the oldest as it is among the dearest myths of the race.  One  
may agree that documentary evidence does not put the legend of the  
martyred master workman into the third degree prior 1725, and still  
see in it the recasting of the race-old drama of man’s hope for  
immortality. 
A dozen or more suggestions have been made by Masonic students as to  
“what it means.”  Some take the legend literally.  Others believe it  
is another way of telling the story of Isis and Osiris - itself a  
legend which could hardly have been foisted full born from the brain  
of some clever priest, but must have been a heritage from the Hyskos,  
or even earlier inhabitants of Egypt.  Some see it in a modern  
version of the death of Abel at the hands of Cain, and of course  
thousands visualize it as the death and resurrection of the Man of  
Galilee. 
With such speculations the average Master Mason need have no concern.   
Nor need his heart be troubled as to whether the drama is “true” or  
not. 
Search the Great Light how we will, we find no account of the tragedy  
of Hiram Abif.  We learn of Hiram, or Huram.  If we delve deeply  
enough in Hebrew, we learn that modern scholarship translates Hiram  
Abif as “Hiram, my father” meaning a Hiram looked up to, venerated,  
given a title of honor, as the father of a tribe, the father of an  
art, the father of the sacred vessels of the Temple.  But of the  
three, the tragedy, and the Lost Word, the Old Testament is silent. 
Nor can we find in secular history any account of the drama of Hiram.   
For its truth we must seek into the myths and legends and fairy  
stories in which the race has half concealed, half revealed, those  
truths which do not bear telling in plain words. 
Is there a Santa Claus?  For Six Years Old there is.   
For his elders Santa Claus is a means of telling a beautiful truth in  
terms which Six Years Old can understand.  Is the legend “True?”   
What is meant by  “True?”  Historically Santa Claus nor Hiram Abif  
are “true.”  But if “true” means “containing a Great Truth” then both  
the myth of the Yule Tide Saint and the legend of the Master Builder  
are “true” in the most real sense. 
Raised to the Sublime Degree, many men see the drama of the Master  
only literally, a teaching of the virtues of fortitude and inflexible  
fidelity.  For those whose ears hear only the melody and are deaf to  
harmonies, for those whose eyes are so blinded by the sunset as not  
to see the colors, this is good enough. 
Yet, any liberal interpretation of the legend and our ceremony which  
exemplifies it misses its heart. 
The Legend of Hiram Abif is at once the tragedy and the hope of man.   
It is the story of the resurrection of that “which bears the nearest  
affinity to that supreme intelligence which pervades all nature.”  It  
is the answer to Job.  It is at once the beginning of the sacred  
legend of That Which Was Lost and the assurance that at long last he  
who seeks shall find. 
Any man who has belief in a Great Architect and a hope of immortality  
may see in it the assurance that death is but a pause, not an end; a  
gateway, not a wall. 
How long is a rope?  A silly question!  It can be measured,  
presumably, if one can find one end and measure it to the other.   
Suppose the rope has only one end!  Sillier and sillier!  But if true  
of a rope, it is true of space, time and eternity.  If time has a  
beginning, it has an ending.  If space commences somewhere, there is  
also will be its end to be found.  “If eternity has a beginning it is  
not eternal!” 
Here is the shock, the surprise and the glory of the third degree.   
It presents us with eternity in the midst of life.  It pushes back  
the confines of our little dimensions, our tiny measurements of time,  
our small comprehension of space, and shows us that we enter eternity  
at neither birth nor death.  We have always been in eternity if we  
are in it at all.  Hiram Abif was gathered to his fathers when the  
selfishness and sin of misguided men struck him down.  But they were  
powerless against the Paw of the Lion and the Power of Freemasonry.   
Each of us is born, lives his little life, and, wearing his little  
white apron, is laid where our forefathers have gone before us.  The  
drama of the third degree assures us that the life from birth to  
death, and including both, is but an episode, a single note in the  
great symphony. 
The Hiramic Legend is the glory of Freemasonry; the search for That  
Which Was Lost in the glory of life. 
We gaze through the microscope and telescope; and catch no sight of  
its shadow.  We travel in many lands and far and find it not.  We  
listen to all the words of all the tongues which all men have ever  
spoken and will speak - the Lost Word is not heard.  Were it but a  
Word, how easy to invent another!  But it is not a word, but “The  
Word”, The great secret, the unknowability which the Great Architect  
sets before his children, a will o’ the wisp to follow, a pot of gold  
at the end of the rainbow.  Never here is it to be found, but the  
search for it is the reason for life. 
The Sublime Degree teaches that, in another life, it may be found. 
“That is why it is the sublime degree!”