2. Unveil the Emblem.
3. A member reads aloud the following Rosicrucian Fellowship Temple Service.
My Dear Sisters and Brothers:
Once more we have withdrawn from the material world and are entering into the living temple of our own inner natures in spiritual conclave. As a symbol of this withdrawal from the visible world we have darkened our meeting place.
We are looking for spiritual light along the lines of the Rosicrucian teaching, and we therefore reverently fix our eyes upon the Rose Cross while we listen to the Rosicrucian greeting:
"My dear sisters and brothers: May the Roses bloom upon your Cross."
(The members respond: "And upon yours also."
One coal will not make a fire, but where a number of coals are heaped together the heat which is latent in each may be kindled into a flame emitting light and warmth; and it is in obedience to this same law of nature that we have gathered here tonight that by massing our spiritual aspirations we may light and keep ablaze the beacon light of true spiritual fellowship which is the balm of Gilead the only panacea for the world's woe.
The Bible has been given to the Western World by the Recording Angels, who give to each and all exactly what they need for their development. They are above mistakes, and if we seek the Light, we shall find it there.
Let us read from the first epistle of John, and from Paul's letters to the Corinthians and Philippians, where fellowship is the theme:
God is light; if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another. He that loveth his brother abideth in the light, but he that hateth his brother is in darkness and knoweth not whither he goeth because the darkness hath blinded his eyes.
Let us not love in word, neither in tongue, but in deed and in truth, for though I speak with the tongues of men and of Angels and have not love, I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal and though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains and have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor and though I give my body to be burned, and have not love, it profiteth me nothing.