Hand to the plow?

Sitting in a 24 hour coffee shop right now, you know the ones where all of the psuedo-experts in everything thing from politics to religion and fine dining reside. It is here, right in the moment of deciding to write an entry that it dawed on me that this is not the time for me to slow down. I wanted to slow down and have time to figure things out so that i can speak with clarity and conviction. I don't think such clarity and conviction can come from running away from confrontation though, but through, well... confronting it. There are so many heinous ideas on the market that are so utterly wrong that my wrong ideas would be a vast improvement in comparison. Yes, I am a coffee shop philosopher. I would like to think that I am more than the run of the mill type, but so would every other coffee house philosopher. Those of us who are stuck in the uncomfortable position of being teachers while we should be students find your ideas intolerable and offer freely our confusion instead. My particular brand of confusion coupled with a growing knowledge and love of the Reformed way of viewing the world I believe adds cohesiveness and clarity to a fragmented world. I don't have all of the answers, nor do I think the reformed faith does. I am convinced though that I can't toughen my hands for pushing a plough by contemplating hte best way to go about it. I have to go through the process, much the same as I already have with my life to date... I must ask questions answer questions and realize that in all things God's glory is paramount in my life. This means the humility to admit ignorance and the humility to admit my knowledge.