In many lodges, the “line” moves one steady step at a time. But on December 4, 2024, I experienced a bit of a jump. I moved up from the Marshal’s chair, skipping over the Junior Deacon station to be appointed directly as the Senior Deacon.
The appointment came as a result of the work I’d put in. I had become a fixture at degree practices, often filling in for the Deacon during actual ceremonies. Between that and attending various officer training programs, I felt ready for the move—but I didn’t realize quite how many “hats” I would be wearing at once.
Still Guarding the Colors
Even though I had officially moved to the Senior Deacon’s station, my time as Marshal wasn’t entirely behind me. There were several occasions throughout the year when the Marshal was absent, and I would step back into my old duties. Whether it was presenting the colors or ensuring the flag was handled with the respect it deserves, I found myself balancing my new responsibilities with the ones I had just “graduated” from.
The “Floor Manager” of the Lodge
As Senior Deacon, my role expanded far beyond ritual. I became responsible for the physical “readiness” of the Lodge. Before every meeting, I ensured that all items were present and in their correct places.
I also took on the role of the “First Impression.” As Senior Deacon, you are often the first face a visiting brother or a new candidate sees. Greeting people at the door and making them feel at home in Unity No. 146 became one of the most rewarding parts of my time there. It fits perfectly with my “Mayor of Front Royal” persona—making sure everyone feels welcome and that the “house” is in order.
Secretary, Ambassador, and More
My “specs and numbers” side stayed busy, too. I was designated as the Assistant Secretary and the Masonic Home Ambassador.
Toward the end of the year, we had a meeting where our Secretary couldn’t be present. I had to set down my Deacon’s staff and pick up the pen to sit in as Secretary. We found another brother to fill my seat as Senior Deacon for the night, and the meeting moved forward without a hitch. It was a perfect example of the flexibility required in a healthy lodge.
A Year of Preparation
Looking back, skipping that chair and juggling these multiple roles—Marshal, Deacon, Secretary, and Ambassador—was the ultimate “trial by fire.” It taught me that being an officer isn’t just about the ritual you memorize; it’s about the service you provide to the brothers and the building itself. Every jewel I placed, and every hand I shook, was a step toward the leadership roles I hold today.
