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I realize that Shrove Tuesday has fallen upon secular days--and nights! Among High Liturgical Lutherans in the Midwest USA, however, Shrove Tuesday is still treated with reverence. Next Tuesday, we will gather in the court yards of our parish churches, and after the bidding prayer will sing
Bringing in the Shroves, Bringing in the Shroves, We shall go rejoicing, Bringing in the Shroves.
We will then form a solemn procession behind the thurifer, crucifer and torch bearers and enter the church, waving our Shroves triumphantly over our heads and singing
Brightest and best of the Shroves of the morning, Shrove on our darkness and lend us thine aid: Shrove of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Shroves will lead to thine aid.
Once in the sanctuary, we place all of our Shroves in a large metal basin (the technical term for which is the Shrovorium). When we have shriven ourselves of all of our Shroves, the torchbearers will ignite the collected Shrovarim (as they are technically called in the rubrics) as we sing,
All God's Children are shriven toda-ay A-A-A-A-A-le-i-loo-oo-yah! No more Shroves for days and da-ays A-A-A-A-A-le-i-loo-oo-yah! Forty days is not so long A-A-A-A-A-le-i-loo-oo-yah! Burn your Shroves, you can't go wrong A-A-A-A-A-le-i-loo-oo-yah!
We solemnly leave after the last Shrove is consumed by fire, and return the next day when ashes from the burned Shroves are imposed on our foreheads in what is know as the Grand Imposition.
It is a beautiful and meaningful part of the ritual life of the Church. I can hardly contain my tears as I write about it, and I am sorry that our secular friends have chosen to ignore the rich religious meaning behind the day and have made of it a secular travesty.
Gregory Holmes Singleton, R.O.C.
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