The ritual of receiving a death blow then put in a coffin then ritually stepping out into what the Mason speak of as being a mason is a mockery of what Christ did on the Cross. But the comradery sucks you in.

Can I share something really funny. My sister used to do the supper because my BIL was head mason for a time - 1 year if I remember. My sister used to say he was head poobah which would get some giggles from Mum and me. We would never let him hear that though. It was nothing too taxing just laying out cups and saucers and perhaps cake and biscuits at the end of the meeting. One particular night they had a Robbie Burns Evening and someone made the haggis and left it in the kitchen until the ceremony which consisted the haggis being paraded by a Scottish Mason thru the Lodge and ai think it was stabbed?? My sister looked at the haggis and as the Lodge was now closed for the meeting, she thought what the heck am I suppose to do with this. So she cut it up into bite sized pieces and placed it on individual plates. When it was time for the ceremony, the guy came out replenish in his kilt and finery to parade the haggis around the Lodge. When he spotted the now very drawn and quartered haggis he bellowed in a strong Scottish brogue- What. Have. You. Done.?? My Sis went and sat out in the car until all was over. When she told me, we were rolling around laughing our heads off, tears running down our faces. Mum was a little hard at hearing, so we had to try and relay what had happened which caused us to laugh all over again. Oh the things we remember. But it was very funny at the time.