In ten years…

Well I’ve been tagged with a meme, and for once I’m going to get onto it quickly, so that I don’t hit that stage where I panic and think “Ohhh now there’ll be no one left to tag, and I’ve left it too late and I’ve missed the party!”  The theme of the meme is as follows…

Q1. If you were to be in ministry 10 years from now (whether you’re in ministry now or not) what would you like to be doing and where?

Q2. If you could wake up tomorrow with a degree and all the learning that would have gone with it from any seminary which one would you pick and why?

Q3. What’s your poison: donuts, beer, wine, pizza, chocolate, twinkies, key-lime pie?

Question the first: This is difficult, because it’s quite a genuine issue…  I suppose one thing I’d like to do is try to support the development of good theological training in Asia: This is a challenging area, but many churches there desperately need stronger, deeper theological foundations.  So if I can help work toward that goal either by going to Singapore/Indonesia/wherever… or by teaching at a strategic university/theological institution elsewhere, that’d be good.

Question the second: Well, assuming I finish my current thing at University of Nottingham, I suppose I’d like an honourary doctorate from Tubingen, for all my years of dedicated service to the field of theology.  And I want one of those hats… you know… a mortarboard… and a cloak… and one of those Harry Potter style invisibility cloaks too.

Question the third: I don’t have chocolate super frequently – maybe once a week, if that.  But once I do get started, it’s impossible to stop me: I start with just a few pieces from the large Cadbury block… then a few more… then I reason, “I might as well finish it up to the halfway point”… after which I tell myself, “Well given that I’ve gone halfway, I might as well polish off the block” – by which time I’ve lost all trace of self-control, and I start searching through our cupboards, desperately looking for more chocolate…  Cups, plates, bowls, cereal, apples, and miscellaneous items are flying thick and fast as, panting and wild-eyed, I seek more delicious chocolatey goodness.  Eventually, by about midnight, I head out to the streets, searching bins outside shops, knocking on doors throughout the neighbourhood, and howling like a wolf.  The howling isn’t strictly necessary, but I think the neighbours like it.  Around 4am, I give up and head home, resorting to eating a packet of dry cocoa and washing it down with a glass and a half of milk.

I hereby tag (sorry if you’ve already been tagged or if you loathe memes): Nathan, Bryan, Bryan, Brian, and TC.