duane washum
Member
When I went into Freemasonry, it was with my eyes "wide shut". It was a "family tradition", so I did not question it. I had been told that Freemasonry was not a religion, yet I had also been told that its teachings were based on the Bible.
The longer I was involved in Freemasonry, the more questions I had about it. But even as issues would arise, I would pass them off by saying to myself, "After all, Duane, this isn't church. It's just a fraternity." Even after being instructed to never pray in the name of Jesus Christ in lodge; and even after I had been made aware that the Holy Bible on the altar could just as easily be the Koran, I still told myself, "This isn't church; it's just a fraternity."
It wasn't until after I had "gone through the chairs" and served as Worshipful Master of the lodge I was once a member of, that the Holy Spirit convicted me. The various issues I had managed to rationalize, were all brought up on the front burner.
After a week to ten days or so of what I now know was spiritual warfare raging within me, I knew I had only one of two choices: 1.) Stay in Freemasonry and embrace its heretical teachings; or 2.) Walk away from the Lodge and follow Jesus Christ. That was a "no-brainer". On Friday, January 13, 1984, I fell to my knees prayed for God's forgiveness, and received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
The longer I was involved in Freemasonry, the more questions I had about it. But even as issues would arise, I would pass them off by saying to myself, "After all, Duane, this isn't church. It's just a fraternity." Even after being instructed to never pray in the name of Jesus Christ in lodge; and even after I had been made aware that the Holy Bible on the altar could just as easily be the Koran, I still told myself, "This isn't church; it's just a fraternity."
It wasn't until after I had "gone through the chairs" and served as Worshipful Master of the lodge I was once a member of, that the Holy Spirit convicted me. The various issues I had managed to rationalize, were all brought up on the front burner.
After a week to ten days or so of what I now know was spiritual warfare raging within me, I knew I had only one of two choices: 1.) Stay in Freemasonry and embrace its heretical teachings; or 2.) Walk away from the Lodge and follow Jesus Christ. That was a "no-brainer". On Friday, January 13, 1984, I fell to my knees prayed for God's forgiveness, and received Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.