Thursday, December 3, 2009
“Fraternity, what is the truth about you?” I asked.
He looked at me with a smile, and replied “what do you believe it to be?”
I took a moment to collect my thoughts. “I get confused,” I shared. “I see conflict between what I believe you are supposed to be, and what it is you really are.”
He calmly asked me to explain.
“Well, people have told me that you are special and unique. However, it’s difficult for me to see where you are different. Perhaps the truth is that you are just another club among many, and that’s all you will ever be.”
“Perhaps,” he replied stoically. He invited me to continue.
“I’ve heard that your purpose is noble, but all I see is a drinking club. Perhaps you are destined to just be a social outlet for college students. You’re just a way for young men and women to meet each other and have fun.”
“What else do you think?” he asked.
“There is much talk about the values you promote. Maybe the values, symbols, secrets and Rituals are nothing more than a charade.” My voice expressed frustration. “They exist only to create interest and intrigue, but serve no practical purpose.”
He continued to smile.
“I’m trying to believe in you, but you keep finding ways to shake my faith. Maybe all you are is just a temporary extracurricular activity for young adults."
I looked into his eyes, my doubts evident in my voice. "Fraternity, I wonder if we ask too much of you.”
We sat in tense silence, he and I.
“So what is the truth Fraternity?” I pressed. “What are you?”
Fraternity thought for a moment, and then spoke.
“Well, I can be all of those frustrating things you described. It is you, through your actions, that define me. I am a human creation, and flawed just as humans are. I can be a vehicle for their greatest ideals, and for their worst temptations. But my flaws have not always defined me. For many years, I was proud of what you created. I felt it was truly what I was meant to be. But over time, I became something much different. My way was lost.”
“What am I?” he continued. “Well, I’m not really sure any more. But, I’ll tell you what I want to be.”
“I want to be a movement, not just an organization. I want to change this world – make it a better place. I see a world lacking honor, and I want to provide it with honorable men and women. I see a society without courage, and I want to give it courageous individuals.”
“I see a world that is fractured, isolated, and full of distrust. In response, I seek to connect, to draw together, and to bond. I see a world where integrity is mostly ignored, and often rewarded. It’s a world that needs men and women of shining character so badly, and I can give them to it.”
“I see a world that is broken in so many ways, and I know in my soul that the men and women I produce are the ones that can heal it.”
“I was not founded to just be another club, or something that sits on the sidelines of society. I am invested and involved in society. I was founded because there were many things that were missing or in short supply in this world, and they’re the kinds of things my Ritual book is overflowing with.”
“I no longer want my purpose to be so narrowly defined that it can be ignored. I want my purpose to be shouted from the mountaintops. I want all to know that my purpose is this: to build a stronger world.”
We sat in silence, his words, and the passion behind them still reverberating in the air. He asked me to ponder these thoughts, consider them for myself, and return for further conversation when I’m ready. As I turned to leave, he spoke again.
“You said you wonder if you ask too much of me,” he said. “The truth is, you can never ask enough.”