Posts tagged ‘Christine Tenning’

May 13, 2012

Blessings

by 3arn0wl

Georgia, Lucida and Perpetua – the triplets born on Christmas day – were christened in a small, private service at the Minster church of St. Nicholas earlier today. Delighted parents, Crystal and Norman Font, were keen to give thanks for the safe arrival of their three darling daughters, who were long wished for.

Curate, Christine Tenning, had some initial concerns about identifying the identical infants,  until the parents confided that the children had been dressed in colour coded gowns for the occasion.

The trio made quite an impression during the short service: Georgia slept, Lucida wept, and Perpetua smiled seraphically!

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April 5, 2012

At it all night!

by 3arn0wl

The place was illuminated with the warm glow of candlelight;

There was sublime music;

And a lot of thought had gone into the meal that had been prepared.

He intoned poetry in that deliciously silky basso profundo voice, and she listened intently to the familiar tragic story.

There’s a lot of Passion @ St. Nicks’ all night vigil. 😉

February 22, 2012

Glory Be

by 3arn0wl

In some sort of desperate pilgrimage, the Beau Street fox ran through a choir rehearsal at St. Nick’s this morning, sprinkling his ash-tag as he went.

In a top-C-turvy kinda way, Hezekiah Pratt was looking forward to hearing the most sublime Misery ever written in the Minster this evening.

And in a perpetual state of excitement,  Curate,  Christine Tenning is on the lookout for Fr. James Dean of St. Nick’s coming on his moped to Evening Prayer.

But Mister Bannister,  in the absence of anything better to do,  is fossicking around with the remote,  looking for a half-decent game of footie to watch.

January 15, 2012

Chris Tenning Crisis

by 3arn0wl

The newest arrival to Little Sniffy got more than he bargained for at St. Mary Magdalene’s yesterday, when friend of the family, the newly ordained Curate, Christine Tenning, conducted the service.

Rather than the customary sprinkling of Holy water on his head, the infant underwent something akin to total immersion, as he wriggled out of the priest’s hands and ended up in the church’s Norman Font.

Doting parents Mr. and Mrs. Youspell-That, and their toddler Howard, had gathered around the font, with Godparents Mr. and Mrs. Ties and their daughter Barbara, to celebrate the welcoming into the church of their newest arrival, Charles Edward.

Unfortunately however, the Curate had failed to grasp that the parents’ referral to the child by another name was merely a working title, and thus the infant ended up being christened Spud.

Hymns sung during the service included Dear Lord and Father.

December 20, 2011

A banker, a priest and an undertaker…

by 3arn0wl

… went into a pub. They found an object of unsurpassed beauty and incredible worth.

And (when nobody was looking)