O GOD, unto whom the martyrdom of thy blessed deacon Laurence amid the raging flames and upon the searing iron of the grill was received as a sweet smelling savor in thy nostrils, mercifully grant that we, by the yearly keeping of this feast, may be so nourished in our faith that we pass from the spiritual hunger of this world, where we do but recieve rare portions of thy grace, unto the fullness of thy heavenly table, where we shall hear those blessed words, “Well done, good and faithful servant”; through Jesus Christ our Lord.
(If you don’t get the joke, read about the martyrdom of St. Lawrence.)
ETA: Stolen from http://cariocaconfessions.blogspot.com/
I look up The Saint of the Day, every day, myself. I find that stuff just fascinating!
Poor St. Lawrence! It’s appropriate his day is in the middle of August. I feel like I’m being cooked alive myself. Though not grilled, but steamed. Or poached.
I just love the image of a crispy Lawrence showing up in heaven with grill lines across his body and God saying, “Well done, good and faithful servant?”
Let’s have a barbecue to celebrate!
Did they put him on the grill at the 10 o’clock and 2 o’clock positions, the way Anne Burrell says you should do to get nice grill marks?
He was too charred, but they got it right later with the Carmelized nuns
We sang mass for his feast day last night.
But no BBQ afterwards. Too cold.