<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412</id><updated>2011-12-18T02:00:21.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life and times....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-2147724017173123778</id><published>2011-03-09T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T12:01:54.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Today is the start of Lent.  The start of a season in the Christian calendar that I do not fully understand.  I can appreciate the idea of giving something up in order to focus on growing in wisdom.  My struggle is simply giving up something along the lines of pop/soda, which I have done before...multiple times.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I never really understood why I was giving up pop/soda in order to deepen my relationship with God.  In actuality though...I was doing it because it was a healthy choice.  At those times I found myself drinking a lot of pop/soda and it was not a healthy thing for me...but was it a hinderance to my relationship with God in any way?  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Giving up pop/soda was a healthy choice, and in that way it was honoring to God.  I believe that how we care for our bodies is important as it is a creation of God.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A friend of mine recently shared an idea that he has been thinking about recently.  The idea, roughly speaking, was that we as believers so often deny our appetites because they are not honoring to God.  My friend's point about this is that this is simply a newer form of Gnosticism...the idea that anything material or physical is not of God and that our lives are meant to be lived simply as spiritual beings.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;If we were meant to live simply as spiritual beings...then why is there a physical.  In reality, according to my friend, most of our human appetites are healthy and good.  Rather then denying those appetites entirely, we are intended to work to manage those appetites in a way that focused on aligning our lives with the Truth from the Bible.  For example, we are created as sexual beings and have sexual appetites.  A traditional view of sexuality from a Christian perspective is that it is to be denied and, in a lot of ways, is a very unhealthy thing.  Sexuality though is a healthy appetite when managed in a positive/biblical way...sex within marriage.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This is not a blog post about sexuality though...despite what it may seem like.  These are just a bunch of random thoughts that I have been thinking about recently.  Which brings me back to Lent...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just because something is enjoyable does not make it wrong/evil.  Just because I enjoy watching TV does not make that wrong.  Just because I enjoy a beautiful hamburger from George's Burgers (Winnipeg, MB. Near St. Vital Mall) does not make that inherently bad.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But....if all I were to do were to eat burgers from Geoerge's and watch TV...that would not be healthy.  For me, I am looking at Lent this year as an opportunity to look at the priorities in my life and refocus those towards God.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Which I think is the actual goal of Lent...rather then to give up pop/soda because I feel like I have to give up something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My favorite hobby is sports (primarily basketball), which includes watching sports and constantly reading about sports.  My mind is almost always thinking about stats, standings, schedules, prospects, and teams.  And in actuality, reading sports articles has become too much of a priority in my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So that is what I am giving up for Lent...I will not be using the internet in my apartment (other then to blog, or check my work e-mail) in order to examine the priorities of my life.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want God to be a much bigger priority then sports.  I am not saying that sports has been a higher priority...but I do believe that my constantly sports filled brain may be too busy with sports to hear some things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I want to hear...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-2147724017173123778?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/2147724017173123778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=2147724017173123778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2147724017173123778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2147724017173123778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2011/03/lent.html' title='Lent...'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-2908953109496175975</id><published>2008-04-04T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T15:03:01.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Alone...with Bonhoeffer</title><content type='html'>"Many people seek fellowship because they are afraid to be alone.  Because they cannot stand loneliness, they are diven to seek the compnay of other people.  There are Christians too, who cannot endure being alone, who have had some bad experiences with themselves, who hope they will gain some help in association with others.  They are generally disappointed.  Then they blame the fellowship for what is really their own fault.  The Christian community is not a spiritual sanatorium.  The person who comes into a fellowship because he is running away from himself is misusing it for the sake of diversion, no matter how spiritual this diversion may appear.  He is really not seeking community at all, but only distraction which will allow him to forget his loneliness for a brief time, the very alienation that creates the deadly isolation of man."&lt;br /&gt;- Dietrich Bonhoeffer, &lt;em&gt;Life Together&lt;/em&gt;, p. 76.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-2908953109496175975?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/2908953109496175975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=2908953109496175975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2908953109496175975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2908953109496175975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2008/04/being-alonewith-bonhoeffer.html' title='Being Alone...with Bonhoeffer'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-4979307051409962483</id><published>2008-01-29T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:07:32.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Painful Awareness of Place</title><content type='html'>I am becoming painfully aware of my place.  This sounds like a bad thing, but it is a blessing that I have utmost thanks for.  My awareness is that I am loved, that I am a child of the living God, and I am His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the journey that I am on.  It can be painful, but it is in this pain that I am comforted.  It is in this place where I am intimately meeting with my Love, with my Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-4979307051409962483?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/4979307051409962483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=4979307051409962483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4979307051409962483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4979307051409962483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2008/01/painful-awareness-of-place.html' title='The Painful Awareness of Place'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-6543470332275925518</id><published>2008-01-29T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:05:21.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Call....</title><content type='html'>I feel called to minister to others...how quickly I seem to forget that my first calling is to be ministered to by God. My first call, and the primary one in my life, must be to be with God. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; can be through others around me, or through the powerful movement of the Holy Spirit. This is what it means to be a disciple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather sit at His feet&lt;br /&gt;Than stand in front and preach&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-6543470332275925518?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/6543470332275925518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=6543470332275925518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/6543470332275925518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/6543470332275925518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-call.html' title='First Call....'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-867277081932722322</id><published>2007-11-17T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:37:03.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Creator</title><content type='html'>"I was raised to believe that the quality of a man’s life would greatly increase, not with the gain of status or success, not be his heart’s knowing romance or by prosperity in industry or academia, but by his nearness to God.  It confuses me that Christian living is not simpler.  The gospel, the very good news, is simple, but this is the gate, the trailhead.  Ironing out faithless creases is toilsome labor.  God bestows three blessings on man: to feed him like birds, dress him like flowers, and befriend him as a confidant.  Too many take the first two and neglect the last.  Sooner or later you figure out like is constructed specifically and brilliantly to squeeze a man into association with the Owner of heaven.  It is a struggle, with labor pains and thorny landscape, bloody hands and a sweaty brow, head in hands, moments of severe loneliness and questioning, moments of ache and desire.  All this leads to God, I think.  Perhaps this is what is on the other side of the commercials, on the other side of the curtain behind which the Wizard of Oz pulls his levers.  Matter and thought are a canvas on which God paints, a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption.  Life is a dance toward God, I begin to think.  And the dance is not so graceful as we might want.  While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes and scuffs our shoes.  So we learn to dance with the One who made us.  And it is a difficult dance&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to learn, because its steps are foreign." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       - Donald Miller, &lt;em&gt;Through Painted Deserts, &lt;/em&gt;p. 90-91.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-867277081932722322?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/867277081932722322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=867277081932722322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/867277081932722322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/867277081932722322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancing-with-creator.html' title='Dancing with the Creator'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-8925162061349114993</id><published>2007-09-10T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:06:13.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expression of Love</title><content type='html'>"The splendor of a human heart which trusts that it is loved gives God more pleasure and delight than Westminster Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel, and all the other human glories combined.  Why does our trust offer such immense pleasure to God?  Because trust is the preeminent expression of love.  Thus, it may mean more to Jesus when we say, 'I trust you,' than when we say, 'I love you.'  Where am I in all this?  With you, clasping hands each morning and crying out in unison, 'Lord Jesus, I trust you; help my lack of trust.' " &lt;br /&gt;         - Brennan Manning, &lt;em&gt;Ruthless Trust&lt;/em&gt;, p. 180-181.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-8925162061349114993?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/8925162061349114993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=8925162061349114993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/8925162061349114993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/8925162061349114993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/09/expression-of-love.html' title='The Expression of Love'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-7966093557363870431</id><published>2007-09-02T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:47:31.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manning on Brokenness</title><content type='html'>"The great weakness in the North American church at large, and certainly in my life, is our refusal to accept our brokenness.  We hide it, evade it, gloss over it.  We grabe for the cosmetic kit and put on our virtuous face to make ourselves admirable to the public.  Thus, we present to others a self that is spiritually together, superficially happy, and lacquered with a sense of self-deprecating humor that passes for humility.  The irony is that while I do not want anyone to know that I am judgmental, lazy, vulnerable, screwed up, and afraid, for fear of losing face, the face that I fear losing is the mask of the imposter, not my own!"  (Brennan Manning, &lt;em&gt;Ruthless Trust&lt;/em&gt;, pg. 122)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-7966093557363870431?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/7966093557363870431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=7966093557363870431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/7966093557363870431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/7966093557363870431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/09/manning-on-brokenness.html' title='Manning on Brokenness'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-2020039303578984620</id><published>2007-08-27T09:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T09:48:33.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elephant in the Room</title><content type='html'>It’s one in the morning and I can’t sleep because there is an elephant in the room.  Not a literal elephant of course; but rather a proverbial elephant.  An elephant that I can’t stop looking at.  I mean, if there was an elephant in your room you would look at it too.  I try not to look.  I close my eyes and pretend like the elephant is not there…and I slowly start to think that I may have willed it away.  So I open my eyes to check, only to find the elephant is bigger and more of a reminder.  Because that’s what this elephant is…it’s a reminder.  It is here, so I don’t forget….so I can’t forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I stare at this elephant I realize something very profound…I am powerless against this elephant.  So I am left feeling small, weak, and powerless.  Nothing I can do can rid me of this elephant…nothing can rid me of this reminder.  My thoughts continually go back and forth and I can’t seem to get free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an unlikely scenario…but I go through it daily.  The Psalmist writes about wrestling with his thoughts, and I could not think of a better way of phrasing it.  I am wrestling with these thoughts, I am powerless against them, and I am left feeling angry.  I am left feeling angry at God because I am powerless.  Nothing I can think of can rid me of these thoughts.  Nothing I can do can rid me of these thoughts.  And once again I am left to rely on and trust God…and that makes me angry.  I don’t really want to trust Him completely….sometimes I don’t even want to trust Him at all.  So it’s lucky for me then that I don’t really have a choice as to whether to trust God.  In this I mean that a relationship with God implies trust.  I can’t walk with God if I don’t trust him.  So I am left with only one choice. The only choice I have is this: will I trust God, or will I reject Him and grasp for autonomy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I strive to trust…because I know He sees the elephant as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-2020039303578984620?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/2020039303578984620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=2020039303578984620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2020039303578984620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2020039303578984620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/elephant-in-room.html' title='The Elephant in the Room'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-8334221410705384578</id><published>2007-08-21T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:22:51.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise words from a friend</title><content type='html'>For several years I have had a friend that I deeply care about.  This is not a friend that I can spend time with, or even see (although I did one time).  He would not consider me a friend due to the fact that we have never actually met, but this does not change the impact that he has had on me.  His name is Brennan Manning.  Over the past 3 years, his writings (and the one time I had the privilege to hear him speak) have made a lasting impression on me.  He is a man that I am continually thankful for and whose writings inspire me to greater intimacy with Jesus.  As I have had a lot of time on my hands lately, I have found myself picking up a book of his once again.   I have never read &lt;em&gt;Ruthless Truth&lt;/em&gt; before, but am once again being inspired by this man's life and work.   As always, I feel the need to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Of what avail is our life of prayer, our study of scripture, our theology, and spirituality, if we do not trust the insights that we have received?  Waffling back and forth between a decisive &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt; and a discouraging &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; keeps us in a state of terminal procrastination.  Likewise, an exclusive emphasis on the burning theological issues of the day (many of which are neither burning nor theological) or a one-sided emphasis on the pressing issues of social justice can temporarily or even permanently postpone a decision to trust in the love of God, thus keeping us in a state of spiritual limbo (p. 20)."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am sure as I continue reading that I will again be sharing words that mean so much to me...as I learn about loving and trusting my Abba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-8334221410705384578?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/8334221410705384578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=8334221410705384578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/8334221410705384578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/8334221410705384578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/wise-words-from-friend.html' title='Wise words from a friend'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-6083585347936120631</id><published>2007-08-20T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:29:00.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Left in a fog of loneliness.....</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel lonely?  Maybe this is a ridiculous question…everyone gets lonely.  But I’m not talking about that.  I’m referring to a loneliness that leaves you in a fog…wandering around without knowing really what’s going on.  That’s how I felt tonight, as if I was wandering through a fog, trying desperately to find my way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I write, trying to establish a connection with the reader; it’s why I read, trying to establish a connection with the writer; and it’s why I pray, trying to establish that connection with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I get to this point of loneliness, I shy away from others.  I don’t want to be around people when I am lonely even though it is what my heart is crying out for.  I feel awkward, uncomfortable and often more lonely than before, simply because I can’t make that soul-satisfying connection with that person.  I am always left wanting more…or at the very least wanting something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why I avoid God so often.  I’m scared that I will be left with that wanting, left with that feeling, or even be left more wanting and more lonely.  So I avoid Him.  I avoid the One that I know can satisfy that longing.  I avoid the One who can make me whole.  I avoid the One that can heal me.  I avoid the One that is…the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”  -Psalm 147:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-6083585347936120631?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/6083585347936120631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=6083585347936120631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/6083585347936120631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/6083585347936120631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/left-in-fog-of-loneliness.html' title='Left in a fog of loneliness.....'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-4815141012396419411</id><published>2007-08-17T16:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:33:28.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruthless Trust</title><content type='html'>"The way of trust is a movement into obscurity, into the undefined, into ambiguity, not into some predetermined, clearly delineated plan for the future.  The next step discloses itself only out of a discernment of God acting in the desert of the present moment.  The reality of naked trust is the life of a pilgrim who leaves what is nailed down, obvious, and secure, and walks into the unknown without any rational explanation to justify the decision or guarantee the future.  Why?  Because God has signaled the movement and offered it his presence and his promise."&lt;br /&gt;          - Brennan Manning, &lt;em&gt;Ruthless Trust&lt;/em&gt;, p. 13.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-4815141012396419411?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/4815141012396419411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=4815141012396419411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4815141012396419411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4815141012396419411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/ruthless-trust.html' title='Ruthless Trust'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-4884542510075242198</id><published>2007-08-13T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:01:12.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your greatest fear?</title><content type='html'>"Our Greatest Fear" - Nelson Mandela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,but that we are powerful beyond measure.It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God.Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.It is not just in some; it is in everyone.And, as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-4884542510075242198?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/4884542510075242198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=4884542510075242198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4884542510075242198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/4884542510075242198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-is-your-greatest-fear.html' title='What is your greatest fear?'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-486861246971743418</id><published>2007-08-03T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T11:23:49.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the start of something....</title><content type='html'>I leave Ontario in just over a week.  My summer is almost done.  It's time to return to Manitoba.  Return to a place I cherish, people I love, and winters that leave something else to be desired.  It's a strange feeling that I have...not sure how to describe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks I have felt this huge craving in my soul.  One that I have felt for many years, but am now feeling it more than ever.   The craving for an adventure.  The craving to escape the ordinary routine of life.  The craving for something else....something more.  Maybe that's why this summer feels strange, because it is the start of that something else....possibly something more.  Time will tell what that something else is, what that something more is....or if there is even something more for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many years that something more has manifested itself in a desire to just go.  I want to simply get a car (or van) and just go...see where I end up...see who I meet...see what I do....see what I see.  I can't shake this desire.  I can't shake this craving.  I simply can't.  Maybe one day I will do it (hopefully next summer), or maybe one day I will lose the desire, or maybe it's just a manifestation of how I want to live my life...I don't know.  All I know is that I want something much more than this life I am living.  I want an adventure with God at the reigns...I want something more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-486861246971743418?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/486861246971743418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=486861246971743418&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/486861246971743418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/486861246971743418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-start-of-something.html' title='It&apos;s the start of something....'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-180607047263004716</id><published>2007-07-24T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:52:18.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My anxiety...and why I'm thankful</title><content type='html'>"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the verse that I've been taking to work with me for the past few days. I'm been memorizing it (something that takes some time for me), contemplating it, meditating on it, and struggling over it to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being anxious is something I do. This sounds like justification, but that is not my intent. I wish I was less anxious about everything: waiting for e-mails, bad drivers around me, decisions about the future, when I'll get to eat, whether my friends will stand by me, whether I will stand by myself, whether my relationship with God is growing, etc. I'm pretty much perpetually anxious...which from personal experience is not a good thing, and this passage confirms it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what stands out to me most about this verse. For the most part, the anxiety thing seems to explain itself in this verse. Feeling anxious...bring it to God. Check! Good to know...hard to do, but good to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What stands out to me most is a part of the passage that seems to be out of place. Let's read it again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, &lt;em&gt;with thanksgiving&lt;/em&gt;, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." - Philippians 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second...with thanksgiving??? How does that fit? Where did that come from? Somebody tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go...I'm anxious, so I bring it to God. I'm struggling with something...and I'm supposed to be thankful. Good to know. Does this frustrate anybody else? It doesn't seem to fit, and that's annoying. But as I continued to think this one over, I realized better questions to ask: Why am I not thankful? Why is coming to God 'with thanksgiving' difficult for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure. I don't know why that is difficult for me. Even when things are great I can find it difficult...correction, I simply seem to neglect it. I But the more I thought about it, the more another verse popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In your unfailing love you will lead the people you have redeemed. In your strength you will guide them to your holy dwelling." - Exodus 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's break this one down for a second:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;/strong&gt;unfailling love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You &lt;/strong&gt;will lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your &lt;/strong&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; will guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...now that's something to come to God "with thanksgiving" for...even when I'm anxious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-180607047263004716?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/180607047263004716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=180607047263004716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/180607047263004716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/180607047263004716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/07/anxietyand-being-thankful-for-it.html' title='My anxiety...and why I&apos;m thankful'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-2788541595610991645</id><published>2007-07-08T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T17:34:07.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hosea...who are you?</title><content type='html'>Hosea was a prophet of God and was giving a very unusual task.  God instructed Hosea to marry an adulterous wife; and so he did.  Hosea went and married Gomer.  (I can’t imagine that this was a task that Hosea was really excited about.  He is a prophet of God and is being instructed to marry an adulterous woman.)  Hosea and Gomer had three kids.  After the kids were born, Gomer ran off and deserted Hosea.  So what did God want now?  God told Hosea to “Go, show your love to your wife again, though she is loved by another and is an adulterous (Hosea 3:1).” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Go and love her again…are you serious?  And this is how I have historical over the years related to Hosea: I too have been scorned and rejected by those who I have cared about.  I have felt as if I was deserted.  But as I read over the book of Hosea last week, something finally dawned on me: I am not Hosea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book God is telling Hosea what he should share with the people of Israel.  It’s not a pretty picture.  It is a picture of rejection, scorn, betrayal, and pain.  God has been betrayed by His people.  They have turned their backs on Him and have committed adultery to idols and other gods.  They have cheated on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cheated on Him.  I have rejected, scorned, and betrayed my God.  I have committed adultery with other idols and other gods…ones that I have created.  In this book, Gomer is Israel…but I am also Gomer.  I have been the one who has cheated on my God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sucks to admit.  It hurts to admit that I have failed.  It hurts to realize that I am Gomer.  Throughout the book, God is telling Hosea what will happen to His people who have committed adultery to Him.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is not the end of the picture…there is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her.  There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.  There she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day she came up out of Egypt (Hosea 2: 14-15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will betroth you to me forever; I will betroth you in righteousness and justice, in love and compassion.  I will betroth you in faithfulness, and you will acknowledge the Lord (Hosea 2:19-20).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When Israel was a child, I loved him, and out of Egypt I called my son.  But the more I called Israel, the further they went from me.  They sacrificed to the Baals and they burned incense to images.  It was I who taught Ephraim to walk, taking them by the arms; but they did not realize it was I who healed them.  I led them with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; I lifted the yoke from their neck and bent down to feed them….How can I give you up, Ephraim?  How can I hand you over, Israel?  How can I treat you like Admah?  How can I make you like Zeboiim?  My heart is changed within me; all my compassion is aroused.  I will not carry out my fierce anger, nor will I turn and devastate Ephraim.  For I am God, and not man – the Holy One among you.  I will not come in wrath.  They will follow the Lord; he will roar like a lion.  When he roars, his children will come trembling from the west.  They will come trembling like birds from Egypt, like doves from Assyria.  I will settle them in their homes, declares the Lord (Hosea 11:1-4, 8-11).”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Hosea…God is.  His people have scorned and rejected Him…and I am one of those who have done this.  But just as God called Hosea to reach out to Gomer in love, God is continually reaching for His children.  God is reaching for me…because I am His.  I am God’s love…I am His Gomer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-2788541595610991645?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/2788541595610991645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=2788541595610991645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2788541595610991645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/2788541595610991645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/07/hoseawho-are-you.html' title='Hosea...who are you?'/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1305594719595130412.post-3880216011158795474</id><published>2007-07-06T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T21:13:05.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it. This is the new blog. It's new for several reasons. The big one was that I needed a change. I no longer wanted to keep my old blog going (NOTE: I will keep it for my personal nostalgia). I started that blog when I was 17 years old and leaving for college for the first time. It seems like almost a lifetime ago. I am now a college graduate and have been hired by the school that I attended. It's a new phase of life and one that will bring it's new challenges. And with new challanges comes a new mindset. This new mindset is the reasons that I have started this new blog. I want to start fresh. I want to make a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to use this space to say something. I want to share little pieces of myself, since sharing my entire self in tihs space would be impossible. I want to share my thoughts, my passions, my struggles, my pains, etc. But mostly I want to be able to use this space to share what God is teaching me. This is for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to keep record for myself what God has been doing in/through/to me. I want to be able to look back and see what God has been doing, because he is always doing something.&lt;br /&gt;2) to have a place to share. I believe that God wants us to share with others what He is teaching us. Therefore, I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there are a lot of things that I want to accomplish with this blog. Maybe I won't be able to do it, but I can try...and so I will. Here we go, lets get started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1305594719595130412-3880216011158795474?l=mattshantz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/feeds/3880216011158795474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1305594719595130412&amp;postID=3880216011158795474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/3880216011158795474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1305594719595130412/posts/default/3880216011158795474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattshantz.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt Shantz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
