Worshipful Master's Message From The East For November 2025
Brethren of Pulpit Rock,
As the air grows crisp and the colors of the season begin to burn with brilliance before they fade, we are reminded of one of life’s most profound truths — that all things change, and all things pass in their appointed time. The falling leaf, though it descends to the earth, is not lost; it nourishes what will one day rise again. So too do we, as Masons and as men, move through cycles of growth, rest, and renewal.
Autumn invites us to pause and reflect upon what we’ve built and what we must now let go. In our labors, we are taught to subdue our passions and improve ourselves — but it is also in the quiet moments of letting go that we make room for the next great work. Just as the trees release what they no longer need, we are called to shed our pride, our fears, and our attachments that no longer serve the building of our inner temple.
There is beauty in this season’s melancholy — for it reminds us that death is not an ending, but a transformation. The acorn falls, and in time becomes the mighty oak. The tools of our Craft remind us that from dust we were formed, and to dust we shall return, yet the spirit — the Light — endures.
May we, my Brothers, embrace this time of change with gratitude and faith. Let us honor those who have gone before us, and let their example inspire our own continued labor. For as nature rests, we too prepare for the renewal that lies ahead — a springtime of the soul. So Mote It Be.
Fraternally and Faithfully Yours,
James D. Thoele
Worshipful Master
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As the air grows crisp and the colors of the season begin to burn with brilliance before they fade, we are reminded of one of life’s most profound truths — that all things change, and all things pass in their appointed time. The falling leaf, though it descends to the earth, is not lost; it nourishes what will one day rise again. So too do we, as Masons and as men, move through cycles of growth, rest, and renewal.
Autumn invites us to pause and reflect upon what we’ve built and what we must now let go. In our labors, we are taught to subdue our passions and improve ourselves — but it is also in the quiet moments of letting go that we make room for the next great work. Just as the trees release what they no longer need, we are called to shed our pride, our fears, and our attachments that no longer serve the building of our inner temple.
There is beauty in this season’s melancholy — for it reminds us that death is not an ending, but a transformation. The acorn falls, and in time becomes the mighty oak. The tools of our Craft remind us that from dust we were formed, and to dust we shall return, yet the spirit — the Light — endures.
May we, my Brothers, embrace this time of change with gratitude and faith. Let us honor those who have gone before us, and let their example inspire our own continued labor. For as nature rests, we too prepare for the renewal that lies ahead — a springtime of the soul. So Mote It Be.
Fraternally and Faithfully Yours,
James D. Thoele
Worshipful Master
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