And in the Big News today from a Faith Perspective, Happy Nearly Rogation Sunday everybody! Yes, it’s that time of year once again that you’ve all been waiting for. Let’s celebrate the beauty of creation (apart from a certain creation that I’m not going to mention).
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I have to say this is one I haven’t heard of before.
The Rogation Days fall on April 25 and on the Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday that precede Ascension Day. The Church established these days of prayer, fasting, and processions as a formal means of asking God for a good harvest, protection against natural disasters, and forgiveness of sins.”
Protection against natural disasters, how is that working out for you Rob?
‘”This is a local rite, for local people. There’s nothing for you here'”.
Rogation Sunday conjures up vague memories of sepia-coloured photos of choirboys in long white frocks carrying willow sticks to beat the bounds with. I had no idea it was still a thing: I assumed it had died out in about 1930. Maybe that’s just Rob Marshall’s bit of Hull for you.
I thought I’d never heard of this ritual, but now remember in the very dim and distant past as a churchgoer, that I’ve actually taken part.
The priest led us all out of the building carrying one of those super-tall crosses, and but, mercifully, once the procession was out in the front car park it double-backed down the side of the building and into the church’s rear lawn, where a few prayers were said, and back we went.
All the while I was desperately hoping not to be seen by my non-Catholic mates.
Lots of lovely pictures of rogation here:-
Primitive isn’t it. I wonder if any priest when leading folk out into the fields beating the hell out of hedges, ditches and fences with big sticks thought to himself “Christ, I can get these credulous fools to do anything I want!”
And you know I bet some of the priests did just that … made the fools do anything … and not wholesome things either in many cases when the priest found himself alone, purely by accident of course, with some young wench or pretty boy.
Ah, beating the bounds on their bare buttocks preferably.
Anonymous, you were not far wrong. Christians do seem to have a thing about arses and sticks.
But rogation day didn’t stop the good christian Germans in WW2. Gott mit uns and all that.