<?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-5645206334663937648</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:00:29.742-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4349225112249917588</id><published>2009-11-27T16:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T16:23:20.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different.</title><content type='html'>matthewcall.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the format on wordpress, and it's a bit easier to organize/manage/update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4349225112249917588?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4349225112249917588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4349225112249917588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4349225112249917588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4349225112249917588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/11/different.html' title='Different.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2571262174324610944</id><published>2009-11-02T12:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:19:11.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>I'm working on putting a new blog together.  One that I'll actually update on a semi-regular basis (weekly minimum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is cool.  I really needed a job... and it looks like I have 2 now.  Both EXACTLY what I was looking for.  Also, my roommate and I are going to buy our esspresso machine today (we're huge coffee nerds).  Here's a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/Su8hL08POCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FZpJmjYM0e4/s1600-h/PG-16.jpe.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/Su8hL08POCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FZpJmjYM0e4/s400/PG-16.jpe.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399570965314091042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely manual.  Can't wait to pull some doubles in a 2 oz. Bodum Pavina.  Yes, this is incredibly nerdy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2571262174324610944?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2571262174324610944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2571262174324610944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2571262174324610944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2571262174324610944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/11/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/Su8hL08POCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/FZpJmjYM0e4/s72-c/PG-16.jpe.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2944781560364298218</id><published>2009-05-12T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:45:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SgnRDdT9rmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AELMs3jbvMI/s1600-h/see+the+world+two+guy+banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SgnRDdT9rmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AELMs3jbvMI/s320/see+the+world+two+guy+banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335025090935238242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hit the road with these guys tomorrow.  Not for long, just a few weeks.  I've known Sam and Jeremy for a few years now, and we've been talking about playing together (again) for probably a year and a half.  It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get better at taking pictures and stuff... so I'll hopefully put a few up here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/seetheworldmusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2944781560364298218?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2944781560364298218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2944781560364298218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2944781560364298218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2944781560364298218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-i-hit-road-with-these-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SgnRDdT9rmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AELMs3jbvMI/s72-c/see+the+world+two+guy+banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2213312628535353910</id><published>2009-05-12T00:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:18:50.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Mistakes.</title><content type='html'>This song has been running on repeat in my head for months now.  A friend of mine introduced me to Justin King a while back, and I just fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrically... Rhythmically... Musically... this guy's got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjrb1i89bYE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjrb1i89bYE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2213312628535353910?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2213312628535353910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2213312628535353910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2213312628535353910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2213312628535353910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/05/same-mistakes.html' title='Same Mistakes.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8261797291650712039</id><published>2009-05-06T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:33:09.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life outside the fish's belly.</title><content type='html'>I rarely write notes/blogs anymore.  I don’t know why this is an exception.  Scratch that, I do… but I’ll spare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit listening to Obadiah Parker’s “The Tip Jar, Vol. 1 – EP,” I’m excited for this month.  This summer.  This whole…. “life” thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May: Be a vegetarian.  Attempt snakeboarding.  Play guitar (and bass).  Write music. Find a coffee shop dumb enough to book me. Pray. Fast. Laugh. Read. Run.&lt;br /&gt;June/July/August: Tour. Ministry. Friends. Music. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s just circumstance… but I’ve found myself drawing closer and closer to God lately.  This is something I’ve wanted/needed/prayed about for quite some time now.  In hindsight, I was in a horrible state in the beginning of fall.  I didn’t like me.  Now… I feel like a new person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said for months that I’m going to run a marathon next year.  I’m sticking to this.  Twin Cities Marathon. 2010. I actually started training last night.  I’ve started.  It’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve said for years that I’m going to do the whole guitar/singing thing.  I’m starting.  It’s happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting another tattoo.  I’ve been thinking about this one since October.  I might do it tonight…. I might do it next January. I don’t know when exactly; but I’ve decided to do it (sorry dad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking active steps.  I’m taking action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months ago, I was Jonah in the belly of the whale.  Now I have vision.  I have hope.  I have Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good.  This is very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8261797291650712039?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8261797291650712039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8261797291650712039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8261797291650712039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8261797291650712039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-outside-fishs-belly.html' title='Life outside the fish&apos;s belly.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8707326745622411677</id><published>2009-01-31T02:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T02:37:22.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on a huge William Fitzsimmons kick again.  I think it's because I'm so enamored by the guy...  there's something so raw and real about his music.  If I could play guitar, sing, write or have a beard half as awesome as he does... I'd give up playing bass in a hearbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5y79C1LQzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c5y79C1LQzE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8707326745622411677?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8707326745622411677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8707326745622411677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8707326745622411677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8707326745622411677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-on-huge-william-fitzsimmons-kick.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-9077803429128884724</id><published>2009-01-30T01:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:36:52.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"As a dog returns to its vomit, so a fool repeats his folly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Proverbs 26:11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-9077803429128884724?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/9077803429128884724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=9077803429128884724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9077803429128884724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9077803429128884724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-dog-returns-to-its-vomit-so-fool.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1900941427184686276</id><published>2009-01-23T07:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:07:11.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>Go to All Weather Human's Myspace (  www.myspace.com/allweatherhuman  ) and listen to the song "All I Have."  It's pretty sweet.  Sure, the recording might be a bit outdated; but the lyrics and meaning aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1900941427184686276?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1900941427184686276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1900941427184686276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1900941427184686276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1900941427184686276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/01/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5873482690556586152</id><published>2009-01-07T00:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:47:37.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story...</title><content type='html'>I've always been amazed at people's stories.  Not the "this one time, I..." kind of stories.  I mean their personal stories.  Their experiences... what made them who they are today, and what brought them to where they are in life.  I realized this today, and it spawned an idea for a video project I think I'm going to do.  I might just attempt to do it.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;October 3, 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the Twin Cities Marathon.  &lt;br /&gt;I've got a year and a half to train.  &lt;br /&gt;That training starts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5873482690556586152?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5873482690556586152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5873482690556586152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5873482690556586152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5873482690556586152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/01/story.html' title='The Story...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-201560767347803272</id><published>2009-01-01T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:54:49.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>Apparently, these Wii things are a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="450" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=5337c6b1ab&amp;vert=pwnordie" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="640" height="450" flashvars="key=5337c6b1ab&amp;vert=pwnordie" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:640px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pwnordie.com/videos/5337c6b1ab/50-kids-happy-to-get-a-nintendo-wii-for-christmas-from-nicksmith" title="by NickSmith"&gt;50 kids happy to get a Nintendo Wii for Christmas&lt;/a&gt; - watch more &lt;a href="http://www.pwnordie.com/" title="on PWN or DIE"&gt;gamer videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-201560767347803272?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/201560767347803272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=201560767347803272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/201560767347803272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/201560767347803272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8018199686147522759</id><published>2008-12-25T18:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:27:22.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Time.</title><content type='html'>I love the fact that I'm on a break for nearly a month.  It give me a chance to relax, and do things without having an agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have the last few days consisted of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Rooibus&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQsuhCAdOI/AAAAAAAAADI/G7lsLa9wYfI/s1600-h/Red+tea.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQsuhCAdOI/AAAAAAAAADI/G7lsLa9wYfI/s320/Red+tea.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283897440464827618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as "red tea."  It's African, it's awesome.  It's really good for you, and can be used in a ton of diffferent ways.  I tend to drink it straight, or in what I've come to call a "miel."  I googled the term, and found that it's actually not the proper term... but I can't find the proper term.  So, life goes on and I continue to call it "miel."  Tea, milk, honey.  It's that simple; but it's incredible.  You can find it cheap at health food stores, and some coffeeshops (though green/herbal teas still tend to dominate that market).  It can also be pulled as an espresso shot.  Crazy... and crazy awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red tea.  Find it.  You'll be glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wow, did I just write that much about tea?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.  Jesus Wants to Save Christians: A Manifesto For The Church In Exile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQtJtbYgkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkIJ0gK9DUw/s1600-h/41v2r9kElSL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQtJtbYgkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/vkIJ0gK9DUw/s200/41v2r9kElSL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283897907648954946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always enjoyed reading Rob Bell's stuff.  While, I try to stray from being a "fanboy," I tend to pick up stuff with his name on it.  Mainly, because a lot of people I know tend to really dive into what he preaches.  Sometimes that's a great thing... others... not so much.  I'm still in the middle of this one, so the verdict is still out.  I just know that this guy has a level of influence on this country's next wave of ministers/believers.  It's almost scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell has a great way of writing very simplistically, and is very to the point.  There's little to no BS.  It's harder than one might think to find that in a lot of Christian literature these days.  I love the way he writes.  Anything of Bell's is great conversation material - at least when you're at a Pentecostal Christian school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Celebration of Discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQuZ3yUCPI/AAAAAAAAADY/HscMNKgYXKs/s1600-h/41vXzXsgTpL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQuZ3yUCPI/AAAAAAAAADY/HscMNKgYXKs/s200/41vXzXsgTpL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283899284819020018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a class called "Spiritual Formation" last year, and a lot of Richard Foster's work was outlined.  This is another writer that I've come to enjoy.  My professor highly recommended this book, toting that "every Christian should read this."  Me being the person I am, took that as a challenge.  Challenge is definitely the wrong word choice there; but I'll let it slide - I'm not in an editing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is divided into three different areas of discipline: inward, outward, and corporate.  Each with their own subdivisions.  It would take forever to outline them all.  Read it for yourself.  It is indeed worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Only By the Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQwi0IMNkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ArSPcNLzY7w/s1600-h/410o-ML98PL._SS400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQwi0IMNkI/AAAAAAAAADg/ArSPcNLzY7w/s200/410o-ML98PL._SS400_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283901637479118402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a big Kings of Leon fan.  In fact, I've never been a fan at all.  I saw them perform on SNL earlier this year, and was not impressed at all.  Fast forward a few months... to a few days ago.  I'm on iTunes, and I came across a list of the top 50 albums of 2008.  This one was high on the list.  Of course, I decided that I should give it a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been playing ever since.  It's one of the best albums I've heard in years.  It's simplistic, moving, and has a "coolness" factor that I just can't place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Prospekt's March.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQxslbJgEI/AAAAAAAAADo/nbftPbQTJCc/s1600-h/61vZYaJtVsL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQxslbJgEI/AAAAAAAAADo/nbftPbQTJCc/s200/61vZYaJtVsL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283902904842420290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the first album I buy on vinyl, once I get my record player.  Viva La Vida was awesome; but this... this takes it to another level.  These four guys have "it."  That thing that all musicians want.  They can play the most simplistic, tasteful parts and make them sing when put together.  Perfectly layered... perfectly executed.  I mean, when was the last time you heard a horn section on a rock album?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang that Chris Martin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much longer than the two-paragraph blog I set out to write.  I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8018199686147522759?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8018199686147522759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8018199686147522759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8018199686147522759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8018199686147522759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-time.html' title='Down Time.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SVQsuhCAdOI/AAAAAAAAADI/G7lsLa9wYfI/s72-c/Red+tea.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3255278305858981676</id><published>2008-12-19T00:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:50:19.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>This video pretty much sums up all of my thoughts over the last 2 months.  So... watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3255278305858981676?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3255278305858981676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3255278305858981676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3255278305858981676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3255278305858981676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2518659046818546489</id><published>2008-11-28T17:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T02:04:51.969-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Carpe Omnia"</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about a lot of things lately.  One of which is this spiritual... "funk" I've been in.  Now, as a bass player, "funk" is usually a good thing.  So, to clarify, I'm not talking about the Parliament "We Got the Funk" kind of funk - more like "What is that funky smell??!??" kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had Psalm 51 in my head for the last few months - with an emphasis on the first half of 51:12.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Restore to me the joy of Your salvation..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, I don't know that I can distinctly remember my "salvation moment."  So when I think about, and reflect on this verse - I'm stuck with this question of what that joy really is.  Have I truly experienced it?  If I have, why can't I remember it?  If I haven't... am I not saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saved.  That's not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; the question.  It's just the query of what this "joy" really is.  What it looks like... what it smells like?  I mean we, as Christians are supposed to be the fragrance of life and knowledge of Him, are we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 20 years, I'm still trying to figure out this whole "Christian" thing.  I feel that's not normal; but do we ever REALLY figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you have some time, check out &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/28343/dr-horribles-sing-along-blog#s-p1-so-i0"&gt;Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog&lt;/a&gt; .  It's fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2518659046818546489?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2518659046818546489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2518659046818546489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2518659046818546489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2518659046818546489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/11/carpe-omnia.html' title='&quot;Carpe Omnia&quot;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7020368082944679333</id><published>2008-11-28T17:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:28:28.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution...ing.</title><content type='html'>I've taken it upon myself not to make New Year's resolutions this year.  So, instead.  I'm making December 1st resolutions... because let's be honest - nobody keeps ones they make for New Year's.  I've got 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  No major gear purchases.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Pay off at least half of my debt.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Make the most out of OA.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Lift.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Run 3x a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is.  Plain and simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7020368082944679333?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7020368082944679333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7020368082944679333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7020368082944679333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7020368082944679333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/11/resolutioning.html' title='Resolution...ing.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8761633336485972593</id><published>2008-11-22T21:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:17:22.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm.... Lakland (and other stuff).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SSjJojKVobI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoUprX0oPDo/s1600-h/LakDJAC+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SSjJojKVobI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoUprX0oPDo/s400/LakDJAC+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271685062307717554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SSjIzLomiEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bNFLaUskBnk/s1600-h/CIMG0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SSjIzLomiEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bNFLaUskBnk/s400/CIMG0080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271684145459136578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll actually post something meaningful and heartfelt here again.  The problem is, I haven't had internet in my dorm room since the second week of September.  I thought about saying something to IT; but then I realized that I prefer not having internet.  It's one less distraction in my day-to-day life.  Granted, I still get on quite a bit via iPhone or coffee shop; but I notice myself being more focused.  I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting more and more excited about the ministry of One Accord.  We started writing, and talking about concepts for the album this last week.  It's going to different.  It's going to be real.  It's going to be (I daresay) incredible.  I'm freaking stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is home.  This excites me.  I love him and miss him.  A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8761633336485972593?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8761633336485972593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8761633336485972593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8761633336485972593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8761633336485972593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmmmmm-lakland-and-other-stuff.html' title='Mmmmmm.... Lakland (and other stuff).'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SSjJojKVobI/AAAAAAAAADA/NoUprX0oPDo/s72-c/LakDJAC+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6406957115696081250</id><published>2008-10-15T23:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:20:00.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break.</title><content type='html'>The best way I could possibly sum up my week so far is with this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPa-eAjfVdI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z4uoUdjIA6k/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPa-eAjfVdI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z4uoUdjIA6k/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257599037755839954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having the week off of school, a few friends and I decided to drive to Washington.  All of us for varying reasons.  I have several reasons for being here.  One of which being... I might move here after I'm done at North Central.  I'd love to move out, soak up ridiculous coffee knowledge... work as a barista... and then move back to MN and open up a small coffee shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that weird?  I feel like it is.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week has been filled with laughter and the company of good friends, new and old.  Gotta love it.  I need to start taking more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6406957115696081250?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6406957115696081250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6406957115696081250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6406957115696081250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6406957115696081250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPa-eAjfVdI/AAAAAAAAACI/Z4uoUdjIA6k/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-9066324124832243236</id><published>2008-10-12T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:51:12.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Update"</title><content type='html'>It's been quite some time.  Two months to be exact.  A brief update (more in the next day or two, I promise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kicking it at North Central, yet again.  I'm expected to graduate in 2012.  Disgusting.  However, I'm pretty gosh-darn excited about OA '09.  I couldn't ask for better people, friends, and musicians to be together with for 18 months.  I know my opinion will change around July; but for now... I'm just amazed at what I know God is going to do with us.  I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhone = awesome.  I'm actually organized for once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as bass goes, I finally found a church that I'm getting plugged into.  I'm playing sunday mornings, and will be helping out with youth stuff (I'm more excited about this than the music).  I'll most likely be giving lessons too.  Again, I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to Seattle right now.  I'll take pictures and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-9066324124832243236?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/9066324124832243236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=9066324124832243236' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9066324124832243236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9066324124832243236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/10/update.html' title='&quot;Update&quot;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-592737389315225246</id><published>2008-08-12T01:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T01:54:46.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end... the beginning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SKEy9tKaghI/AAAAAAAAABo/O6FfjI2-Ad0/s1600-h/n727023221_1166816_3693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SKEy9tKaghI/AAAAAAAAABo/O6FfjI2-Ad0/s320/n727023221_1166816_3693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233520277657911826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's weird.  I've been off the road for a week now.  I miss it dearly.  I miss playing music on a daily basis.  I miss meeting awesome people: kids and leaders alike.  I miss the passion.  I miss the desperation and the passion in the worship services.  I miss the feeling of being used day in and day out, until I don't have an ounce of energy... for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want to do with my life.  &lt;br /&gt;This is what I AM DOING with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2009, and what it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; entail...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SKEzSPfGrfI/AAAAAAAAABw/BAUjrwLqk6A/s1600-h/n110400941_30344296_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SKEzSPfGrfI/AAAAAAAAABw/BAUjrwLqk6A/s320/n110400941_30344296_1207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233520630468881906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-592737389315225246?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/592737389315225246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=592737389315225246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/592737389315225246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/592737389315225246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-beginning.html' title='The end... the beginning.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SKEy9tKaghI/AAAAAAAAABo/O6FfjI2-Ad0/s72-c/n727023221_1166816_3693.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1321974516976198146</id><published>2008-07-16T23:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:22:30.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6/8.</title><content type='html'>So. 6 weeks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missouri.  Check.&lt;br /&gt;Indiana. Double Check.&lt;br /&gt;Ohio. Check.&lt;br /&gt;North Dakota. Check.&lt;br /&gt;Michigan. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, this summer has been one of the hardest and most challenging things of my life.  There have been times I wanted to quit the tour, music, bass, and so much more; but no.  Through all of it, God has been there... rocking my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met some of the coolest kids during the weeks that I dreaded.  My North Dakota boys were the bomb.  Security in Indiana was a blast.  The people in Michigan... SO welcoming and full of love.  Heck, I'm even getting a bit of a tan (I know, right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting: I know.  I know my calling. I know my goals.  I know my dreams.  I know my passions.  I know my GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1321974516976198146?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1321974516976198146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1321974516976198146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1321974516976198146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1321974516976198146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/07/68.html' title='6/8.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5467010237901126951</id><published>2008-06-14T01:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:42:10.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SFNi-eUe65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/FxFFriAHzrU/s1600-h/n731310523_3241209_8615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SFNi-eUe65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/FxFFriAHzrU/s400/n731310523_3241209_8615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211618019228183442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.  Starting tomorrow, I'll be on the road for 8 weeks.  North Central put together a second traveling worship team this year to lead at a handful of camps and churches throughout June and July.  I'm stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be in Missouri, Indiana, North Dakota, Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin, and possibly another state or two.  Who knows?  I should; but I don't know where my copy of the schedule went.  Bummer.  All I know is that God is going to rock these camps (and us as a team).  I just know that lives are going to be changed in these next few months, and that excites me in ways I can't explain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears.  Joy.  Deliverance.  Callings.  Salvation.  Release.  Healing.  This is what's in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get any better?  I say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SFNl9BstbaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FoWPvW8y_0c/s1600-h/0142168424_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SFNl9BstbaI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FoWPvW8y_0c/s200/0142168424_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211621292900183458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In other news, I saw Brooke Fraser play at the Varsity this week.  She was great.  The guy who opened for her, however, what PHENOMINAL!  William Fitzsimmons is his name.  I am now a die-hard fan.  I had to go and buy both of his albums on iTunes as soon as I got home.  So good.  His story is amazing too.  Look it up.  Yes, his music is great; but his candor and witty humor is what won me over.  Not to forget... the beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.myspace.com/williamfitzsimmons"&gt;www.myspace.com/williamfitzsimmons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Fitzsimmons_(musician)"&gt;William Fitzsimmons' Wikipedia Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my hand at uploading pictures, and updating stuff on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until our screens meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. MY BROTHER GOT MARRIED LAST NIGHT!!!!! Fewer things could excite me more.  He married and awesome woman, and they like each other very much.  He sent me pictures this morning, and I may or may not have cried.  OK, I did.  Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5467010237901126951?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5467010237901126951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5467010237901126951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5467010237901126951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5467010237901126951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-2008.html' title='Summer 2008.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SFNi-eUe65I/AAAAAAAAAA4/FxFFriAHzrU/s72-c/n731310523_3241209_8615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1333172764540599238</id><published>2008-05-16T18:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:05:34.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A$$</title><content type='html'>I finally bought the "new" Muse CD/DVD set: "Haarp." Amazing.  Chris Woolstenhume is a beast.  I love it.  However...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently calculated how much money I have invested in stuff.  Bass gear, clothes, DVDs, CDs... you  know... "stuff."  I wanted to puke.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the bass stuff I have is really a necessity.  I mean, yes, it is my primary source of income.  Yes, it's something that I love.  However... 3 basses, 2 rigs, and a pedalboard... I sat and said to myself: "Really?  ...REALLY?!"  Disgusting.  I've invested over $12K into gear.  Meanwhile, there are people that can't afford a meal this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, after having an extensive talk with a friend of mine about how we, as Christians, suck.  He's Jewish... he can say that.  Also, because we (or at least I) do.  Maybe it's just the capitalist culture that we live in... or perhaps it's the world as a whole; but we seem to have the impression that money makes everything better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- People are dying in Africa... we send money.  &lt;br /&gt;- Orphans need food... we send money.&lt;br /&gt;- We see a homeless guy... we give him money.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we do something useful?  Why don't we take action (more than the stroke of a pen in a checkbook)?  To utilize an overused quote, Gandhi said "Be the change you want to see in the world."  I'm going to start trying; but it's easier said than done.  So, note to self: "Get up off your ass and do something."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To utilize another quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have three things I'd like to say today. First, while you were sleeping last night, 30,000 kids died of starvation or diseases related to malnutrition. Second, most of you don't give a shit. What's worse is that you're more upset with the fact that I said shit than the fact that 30,000 kids died last night.”&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tony Campolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1333172764540599238?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1333172764540599238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1333172764540599238' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1333172764540599238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1333172764540599238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_16.html' title='A$$'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7632331692700608561</id><published>2008-05-09T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:03:13.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1OpdEP2-8s&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n1OpdEP2-8s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7632331692700608561?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7632331692700608561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7632331692700608561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7632331692700608561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7632331692700608561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7195713930438474981</id><published>2008-04-25T02:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:42:45.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've given up on titling blogs.  I can never think of anything that great.  Besides, I barely blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I ask others if they think they're as inadequate as I believe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, they do.  Why is that?  Some would say humility; but is it really humility if you don't believe there's something to be humble about?  Or do I/you/we set our standards so high that they're nearly unattainable?  There are so many people that are better than me.  More well-versed, rehearsed, and well... just plain better.  It's intimidating, yet... inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to find my niches as of late.  How do I best minister to people?  What style of music it what I'm "good at?" What's the best way for me impact lives?  At what point do they affect me more than I them? The list is much longer, I'll spare your eyes (and my fingers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading a lot of C.S. Lewis again.  I used to think he was overrated.  Not anymore.  So good.  So, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to Newton Faulkner.  The guy is amazing, and (I think) has one of the top albums in the UK right now.  It was one of the coolest, most fluid performances I've seen in a long time.  He played an incredible acoustic version of Massive Attack's "Teardrop" that was just jaw-dropping.  It was a privilege to see him play.  The next time he's stateside... go see him.  It's worth it.  If you don't think so, I'll buy your ticket... barring I have the money to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7195713930438474981?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7195713930438474981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7195713930438474981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7195713930438474981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7195713930438474981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-ive-given-up-on-titling-blogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1990254420265710536</id><published>2008-03-19T15:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:56:00.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News.</title><content type='html'>1. I'm in love with Ben Kenney's new album (Distance and Comfort).&lt;br /&gt;2. I just signed a year of my life away to North Central (One Accord '09).&lt;br /&gt;3. I own #2 of my dream basses, a 1978 Fender Precision bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1990254420265710536?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1990254420265710536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1990254420265710536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1990254420265710536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1990254420265710536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/news.html' title='News.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8809315098727379846</id><published>2008-03-15T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:14:50.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 15.</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, I will be picking up #2 on my list of dream basses.  A vintage Fender.  There will be pictures... oh yes, there WILL be pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm finally taking the initiative and learning ASL.  I'll probably be leaving North Central with (at least) a minor in ASL interpreting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of North Central... oh, nevermind.  I don't even know myself yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Martin Luther&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8809315098727379846?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8809315098727379846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8809315098727379846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8809315098727379846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8809315098727379846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/bass.html' title='March 15.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7804314031361636750</id><published>2008-03-01T13:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:26:40.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they make "I Heart CO" T-shirts, because I'd totally buy one.</title><content type='html'>So, for those that might not know, I'm in Colorado right now.  In a cabin in the middle of the Rocky Mountains.  I've been hanging out with my buddy Ryan, and playing some bass for a retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I love "working."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm staying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/?action=view&amp;current=Digs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/Digs.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/?action=view&amp;current=View.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/View.jpg" border="0" alt="View"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. I'm totally addicted to Sia).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7804314031361636750?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7804314031361636750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7804314031361636750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7804314031361636750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7804314031361636750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hope-they-make-i-heart-co-t-shirts.html' title='I hope they make &quot;I Heart CO&quot; T-shirts, because I&apos;d totally buy one.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3404396527384134051</id><published>2008-02-28T23:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:40:01.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Baxter.</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, you find something that so defines you.  Your experiences.  Your thoughts.  Your ideas.  Your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, THIS is that movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/?action=view&amp;current=poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3404396527384134051?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3404396527384134051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3404396527384134051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3404396527384134051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3404396527384134051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/baxter.html' title='The Baxter.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3030324640704708211</id><published>2008-02-24T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:33:05.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/?action=view&amp;current=n110401448_30331399_6763.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/n110401448_30331399_6763.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^ My new hobby. ^^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been battling this whole "professional musician" thing for a while now.  It's a weird concept when it comes to playing in a church setting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because the argument can go both ways.  I've been trying to wrap my head around it for quite some time now.  A year-and-a-half to be exact.  The first weekend that I lived in Minneapolis, I got a phone call.  "Hey Matt, this is 'so-and-so' from 'so-and-so' church... I need a bassist tomorrow morning, and someone recommended you.  We'll pay you $100 for your time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was: "Sweet... an easy $100."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing at random churches ever since then.  Some more frequently than others.  Granted, it's FANTASTIC getting paid for doing something that I love.  However, I've realized that I enjoy it less and less.  Some days, worship seems more like a "job" than something I truly enjoy.  I've been noticing mostly in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was it.  I was playing at a church, and I realized that I didn't even enjoy it.  I just wanted to "git-r-done" and get out.  I've started playing for all the wrong reasons.  I've turned into something that I don't necessarily like.  I'm "that guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm taking a break for a while.  Granted, I'll play off the dates that I'm scheduled at various places; but I think I need to take a little bit of a break... get on track... get my heart in the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... the end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3030324640704708211?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3030324640704708211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3030324640704708211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3030324640704708211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3030324640704708211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-new-hobby.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6659715903042703917</id><published>2008-02-11T10:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:51:49.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-?-</title><content type='html'>So, I've started getting up at 6:30 in the morning.  On a regular basis.  I actually like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was gearing up to do some devotions.  I opened up my iTunes and decided to make a playlist of some good "worship" music.  I put a lot of effort into it.  Shoot, there was even some MuteMath in the mix.  About ten minutes later I stopped for a second and looked at what I was doing.  Did it really matter what was playing?  Did I even need music?  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played at a church last night.  The Creative Arts/Music Associate is one of my favorite people.  We didn't do worship.  We did "song time."  That's what it really is, isn't it?  Granted, it is much more than that; but you get the idea... call it what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, I ended up listening to The Glorious Unseen.  I bought their album because iTunes recommended it to me.  It's amazing.  Touché iTunes... touché.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'm going to start leading a little "worship" here and there.  It's something I've wanted/felt called to do for quite some time now.  I'm a wuss.  I don't sing well.  I don't play guitar well; but... I'm finally doing it.  I'm pretty gosh-darn excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6659715903042703917?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6659715903042703917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6659715903042703917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6659715903042703917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6659715903042703917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='-?-'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4126273779564018415</id><published>2008-02-06T18:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:58:38.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves.</title><content type='html'>Quite possibly the most annointed I, VI, V, IV progression ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWnvBM40xxw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWnvBM40xxw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4126273779564018415?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4126273779564018415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4126273779564018415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4126273779564018415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4126273779564018415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-he-loves.html' title='How He Loves.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2277266807242948384</id><published>2008-01-29T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T13:40:06.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School. Life. God.</title><content type='html'>School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to become one of “those guys.”  I’m not necessarily sick of North Central, and I definitely don’t hate it.  However, I keep on thinking that it might not be the place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to lie, I’ve always wanted to go to Berklee.  I’m thinking about it more and more.  If not Berklee, maybe another dedicated music school.  It’s a lot to think about.  Regardless, I want to finish up my Biblical Studies minor before I do anything else.  It’s important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much just want to do it.  I just want to get a place that’s “mine.” Get settled, and live.  I still feel like a kid half of the time.  I guess I kind of am – 19 isn’t all that old.  However, this whole dorm thing is really getting to me.  I can’t cook.  I can’t go to bed early (or get up early, for that matter) without irritating someone.  However, I can’t live off campus until I’m 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to get a job, or start some kind of a career.  But I have to finish school first. Bum deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to constantly be seeking His face… His will… Him.  Oddly enough, I find it harder and harder to do this at North Central.  I shouldn’t.  I can’t explain it.  I feel like I can get so caught up in going to chapel, church, etc that I forget to spend my personal time with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and I should be like close friends.  I should want to call Him daily, and tell him what’s up.  I should go to Him for advice.  Just… spend time with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I suck at that.  I suck at a lot of things; but this is the one that I care about the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my thoughts about today thus far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially hate Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:30 this morning to go running.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great idea; but a horrible action.&lt;br /&gt;It was icy (hence, it was slippery).&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t feel my face.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2277266807242948384?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2277266807242948384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2277266807242948384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2277266807242948384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2277266807242948384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/school-life-god.html' title='School. Life. God.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7260199197059802364</id><published>2008-01-22T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:12:17.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Juxtaposition.</title><content type='html'>Do I feel adequate? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think I'm ready? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I scared out of my wits? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I passionate about this? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this something I know I should do? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More when it's "official."&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll continue to sip my gunpowder tea and finish writing my paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7260199197059802364?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7260199197059802364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7260199197059802364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7260199197059802364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7260199197059802364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/juxtaposition.html' title='Juxtaposition.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5632394871718358559</id><published>2008-01-10T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:30:56.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambition... Stupidity... or Love?</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;Starting Thursday, a friend and I are going to start training for a half marathon.  We originally wanted to go for the full thing; but realized that was probably a bit &lt;I&gt;too&lt;/I&gt; ambitious at this point - since neither of us are runners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... we're trying to get some people to sponsor us.  By "us" I mean a charity (which is yet to be determined).  More on that later. If you're interested... let me know.  If not... awesome (can you pray for us though?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna kick my butt.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5632394871718358559?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5632394871718358559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5632394871718358559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5632394871718358559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5632394871718358559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/change.html' title='Ambition... Stupidity... or Love?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6077371139899168668</id><published>2008-01-07T14:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:51:21.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off.</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning, I decided to do something I don't do enough. I turned everything off.  Music. Cell Phone. Computer. "Stuff."  In fact, I didn't turn my phone on again until this morning (with the exception of sending one text message).  In regards to the TV - I did watch part of the Chargers game.  It's my duty as a man to watch football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read C.S. Lewis' &lt;I&gt;The Great Divorce&lt;/I&gt;, Rob Bell's &lt;I&gt;Sex God&lt;/I&gt;, and started a book called &lt;I&gt;Starving Jesus&lt;/I&gt;.  All of which are awesome.  I guess I like reading or something.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time thinking.  Meditating. Slowing. Stopping. Shutting my "life" off.  Just leaving myself... and God.  Making room, and time, for Him to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the Chargers won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6077371139899168668?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6077371139899168668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6077371139899168668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6077371139899168668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6077371139899168668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/off.html' title='Off.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2115771430154618448</id><published>2008-01-06T00:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:44:51.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHYVAH0U6fE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHYVAH0U6fE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Just follow your heart, and don't run away..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2115771430154618448?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2115771430154618448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2115771430154618448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2115771430154618448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2115771430154618448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/rock.html' title='Rock.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1198637409364868889</id><published>2008-01-02T01:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T01:20:27.694-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I take it all back (the last blog).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My goals for '08:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transparency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Consistency.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1198637409364868889?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1198637409364868889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1198637409364868889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1198637409364868889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1198637409364868889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-take-it-all-back-last-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-9190391460182633022</id><published>2007-12-27T02:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:48:08.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions (or stuff I should already be doing).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A new year is coming up... I guess that means resolutions are in order.  Theoretically, you could say this is a bit preemptive, since it's still 2007; but who really cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My goal for 2008: Action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- How many times do I say "I should..." instead of "I will?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- How often do I contemplate God's will for my life... sitting stagnant, instead of taking action?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When was the last time I cancelled all of my plans just to pray?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When was the last time I cashed my paycheck and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;eagerly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; gave God 10%?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- What about the last time that I decided to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actively &lt;/span&gt;make a difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Who was the last person I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; truly &lt;/span&gt;ministered to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When was the last time my heart was heavy for those who could not fight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When was the last time I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; compromise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- When was the last time I made a resolution and stuck with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I spent as much time taking action as I did thinking about it... man, that'd be a sight to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's to a life worth living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-9190391460182633022?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/9190391460182633022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=9190391460182633022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9190391460182633022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/9190391460182633022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions-or-stuff-i-should-already.html' title='Resolutions (or stuff I should already be doing).'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2182085961591650865</id><published>2007-12-16T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:49:14.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Do not pray for easy lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pray to be stronger men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not pray for tasks equal to your powers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pray for powers equal to your tasks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Then the doing of your work shall be no miracle; but you shall be the miracle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Phillips Brooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2182085961591650865?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2182085961591650865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2182085961591650865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2182085961591650865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2182085961591650865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/12/do-not-pray-for-easy-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7584264387289167672</id><published>2007-12-07T03:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:00:58.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3:30 A.M.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while. I'll blog something more meaningful one of these days, I swear. For now though, a simple, mediocre update is going to suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I've noticed/realized lately (NOTE: They are very random, as it is 3:30 AM):&lt;br /&gt;- Music sucks. It's hard and time-consuming; BUT... I like it, so that's alright.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm starting to become relatively responsible. It's wierd.&lt;br /&gt;- I've gained 20 lbs in the last year. What the crap? Time to start lifting/running again.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been studying bass at a college level for a year and I still suck. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;3&gt; Jesus.  I may stray... I may fall; but I will ALWAYS rise, dust off my feet and keep running.&lt;br /&gt;- My dad is the most amazing person to ever walk the face of the Earth. Well... apart from Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;- The screen on my cellphone decided to stop working. This means that I can't tell when I've missed calls, or read text messages. I'm actually OK with that. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm blessed in countless ways. No, really. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm not in a band. Surprisingly, I like that. &lt;br /&gt; - I take a lot of things for granted. I'm trying not to as much as possible. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm technically an "adult," but I have yet to actually feel like one. Lame. &lt;br /&gt;- There's a possibility of me going on tour in Spain next year. Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;- I've developed a love for gospel music. Blame Soulful Prayze. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to start studying ASL in the fall. Words can't explain how excited I am about this. &lt;br /&gt;- Fred Hammond's song "You Are The Living Word" is changing my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;- I miss the ocean. Not because it's currently winter; but because it's smell makes me feel at home. Just thinking about it makes me smile. &lt;br /&gt;- I don't talk to the people I love often enough. That saddens me. &lt;br /&gt;- I'm learning a Bach piece on bass. It's crazy hard (and crazy awesome). &lt;br /&gt;- People are starving. I'm looking for a new car. That's not right. &lt;br /&gt;- People are going to hell... ugh... people are going to hell... Lord, how my soul aches for them... &lt;br /&gt;- People are going to HELL... I can't get that out of my head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7584264387289167672?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7584264387289167672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7584264387289167672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7584264387289167672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7584264387289167672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi_07.html' title='3:30 A.M.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3888117968415616753</id><published>2007-11-24T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:04:09.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is truly precious; and is nothing but the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I was reminded of this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New John Mayer tune is tight.  I can't place my finger on why; but it's stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/SAY2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Take all of your wasted honor.&lt;br /&gt;Every little past frustration.&lt;br /&gt;Take all of your so called problems,&lt;br /&gt;Better put 'em in quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' like a one man army,&lt;br /&gt;Fightin' with the shadows in your head.&lt;br /&gt;Livin' up the same old moment&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you'd be better off instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only...&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for givin' in.&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving over.&lt;br /&gt;You better know that in the end&lt;br /&gt;It's better to say too much, &lt;br /&gt;Than never to say what you need to say again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your hands are shaking,&lt;br /&gt;And your faith is broken.&lt;br /&gt;Even as the eyes are closin',&lt;br /&gt;Do it with a heart wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you need to say."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3888117968415616753?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3888117968415616753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3888117968415616753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3888117968415616753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3888117968415616753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-truly-precious-and-is-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5720969891211273492</id><published>2007-11-12T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:24:40.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>Music I currently can't get enough of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses Mayfield.&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead.&lt;br /&gt;Marc Broussard.&lt;br /&gt;Robbie Seay Band&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong London.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Deyo.&lt;br /&gt;Fono.&lt;br /&gt;The Rocket Summer.&lt;br /&gt;David Crowder.&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Muse.&lt;br /&gt;Scary Kids Scaring Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Shiny Toy Guns.&lt;br /&gt;Impel.&lt;br /&gt;Fee.&lt;br /&gt;We The Living.&lt;br /&gt;Sting.&lt;br /&gt;Tal Wilkenfeld.&lt;br /&gt;U2.&lt;br /&gt;Oz Noy.&lt;br /&gt;Alter Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Maylene &amp; the Sons of Disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5720969891211273492?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5720969891211273492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5720969891211273492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5720969891211273492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5720969891211273492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/11/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8450901219283878708</id><published>2007-11-08T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:43:50.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sync.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/Recycling---.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I plugged in my iPod to (A) charge it and to (B) put new music on it.  I plugged the cable into my computer, and then into my iPod... let iTunes come up and then I read across "Syncing iPod, do not disconnect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this happens every time I plug my iPod in.  It's not out of the ordinary; but I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sync with God.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sync with life.&lt;br /&gt;Out of sync with, well... everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm merely existing.  I'm sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;I look at myself and where I am in life... in God... and I get discouraged.  Because I'm not at the level I want to be. Because "I'm not good enough."  But then again, I never should be "good enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... axoughaslfn;v.,xcnbopurt[hwgnasdxcnborwogasdf.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to plug in, recharge, get something new, and get back to living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Living &gt; Existing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8450901219283878708?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8450901219283878708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8450901219283878708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8450901219283878708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8450901219283878708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/11/out-of-sync.html' title='Out of Sync.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4438192894997131517</id><published>2007-10-28T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:34:17.057-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Sacrifice of Praise"</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 13:15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Through Jesus, therefore, let us continually offer to God a sacrifice of praise—the fruit of lips that confess his name."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Sacrifice of Praise."  Sit for a second. Ponder that phrase. Think about what it's implying.  Our praise, our worship should cost us something.  It shouldn't necessarily, or easy for that matter.  It's a sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time I praised God sacrificially?  The last time my worship actually &lt;i&gt;cost&lt;/i&gt; me something?  The last time I pushed my comfort zone?  Honestly... if our praise is supposed to be sacrificial, why do we let it become routine?  You know, pushed beyond the "raise your hands during the chorus, kneel during &lt;i&gt;We Fall Down&lt;/i&gt;" type of cookie-cutter worship the church has become accustomed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you sacrifice?  How do you praise, or worship?  How do you praise sacrificially?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4438192894997131517?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4438192894997131517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4438192894997131517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4438192894997131517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4438192894997131517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/sacrifice-of-praise.html' title='&quot;A Sacrifice of Praise&quot;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6953782764113358982</id><published>2007-10-20T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T12:13:25.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Enjoy [life] as it unfolds to you. Think the best, unfold, let go, surrender. If you want it, it'll happen. Just surreneder and let go. It has nothing to do with you. None of us have any power. We are all totally powerless... that's the great comfort."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Anthony Hopkins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6953782764113358982?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6953782764113358982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6953782764113358982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6953782764113358982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6953782764113358982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/enjoy-life-as-it-unfolds-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7319985910349455552</id><published>2007-10-09T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T19:10:51.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus, Rose of Sharon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an old hymnal today.  I've just been really into old hymns lately.  They just seem so... pure, so... true.  Anyway, this song just really stuck out to me.  Figured I'd share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom within my heart;&lt;br /&gt;Beauties of Thy truth and holiness impart,&lt;br /&gt;That wherever I go my life may shed abroad&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance of the knowledge of the love of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Rose of Sharon, &lt;br /&gt;Bloom in radiance and in love love within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Rose of Sharon, sweeter far to me&lt;br /&gt;Than the fairest flowers of earth could ever be,&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life completely, adding more each day&lt;br /&gt;Of Thy grace divine and purity, I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Rose of Sharon, &lt;br /&gt;Bloom in radiance and in love love within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Rose of Sharon, balm for every ill,&lt;br /&gt;May Thy tender mercy's healing power distill&lt;br /&gt;For afflicted souls of weary, burdened men,&lt;br /&gt;Giving needy mortals health and hope again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Rose of Sharon, &lt;br /&gt;Bloom in radiance and in love love within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Rose of Sharon, bloom for evermore;&lt;br /&gt;Be Thy glory seen on earth from shore to shore,&lt;br /&gt;Till the nations own Thy Sovreignty complete,&lt;br /&gt;Lay their honors down and worship at Thy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Rose of Sharon, &lt;br /&gt;Bloom in radiance and in love love within my heart..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7319985910349455552?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7319985910349455552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7319985910349455552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7319985910349455552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7319985910349455552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/jesus-rose-of-sharon.html' title='Jesus, Rose of Sharon'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2405969002289310158</id><published>2007-10-06T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:20:03.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That.</title><content type='html'>I've had a lot on my mind lately.  Mostly things involving music and ministry.  I went to a concert tonight and, well... it all came together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that musicians... bands have to make a decision at some point in their careers.  Should this be a career... or a ministry?  Most bands today seem to say "this" and do "that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many up-and-coming artists in the CMI that started out with the goal of a career... but tagged on "ministry" to get into more churches, more camps, more youth groups, etc.  They do "that."  They're the deceivers... the fakers... the false. They're the ones that use the Christian music scene as a means to play music for a living.  To "make it."  The ministry is a sideshow.  Their end goal is to get signed, play music, get paid... the ministry isn't something they really care about; but it helps them sell albums.  Their lifestyles don't match up with what they sing (or preach) about.  They're doing it for their own glory, saying it's for God's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are those that actually do "this." They're the ones who just say "I'm doing music because I enjoy it." Perhaps they are called to be a musician and minister through music.  Yes, they want lives to be affected by what they do.  No, they're not advertising that fact. They don't use their faith as a selling tool.  They do music to do music.  They don't have alterior motives.  They're honest.  They're the bands that you know are Christians; but they don't run around screaming "I LOVE JESUS!!!!!" You know they love Jesus by the way they act... their words... their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm way out in left field; but I call it like I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often, I find myself looking for a way to make that "perfect mesh" of the two.  To somehow incorporate all of my musical aspirations into my life, ministering to others along the way.  I've deceived myself and others.  My music, as much as I want it to be, is not my ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music is just a part of my life. A part... not a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I apologize if this makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.  It's 4 AM. cut me some slack).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2405969002289310158?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2405969002289310158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2405969002289310158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2405969002289310158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2405969002289310158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-and-that.html' title='This and That.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2977568476974816181</id><published>2007-10-03T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:57:07.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"The best gift you could offer anybody is your honest self, and thats what I've done for years.  And thanks for accepting me exactly as I am."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fred Rogers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2977568476974816181?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2977568476974816181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2977568476974816181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2977568476974816181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2977568476974816181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/best-gift-you-could-offer-anybody-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4951977181510424435</id><published>2007-10-02T16:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T16:55:00.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about life... music... God... ministry... and in general, a lot of "stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a list of things I wanted to do in life.  Over the last year... six months... month... 2 weeks... those things have changed dramatically.  I've gone from questioning... to unsure... to doubting... to acceptance; and now... peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking with someone this past week brought up a thought.  If you think God has called to do something with your life and you run from it... He's gonna get you.  You're going to do it (most likely).  I'd like to say that I'm 100 percent certain about every step of my life; but the fact of the matter is - I don't know what I'll end up doing.  No matter how much thought, effort, or passion I might put into it.  Steps of faith are the stepping stones of life.  I just need to take one after another.  Consistently and consecutively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"And without faith it is impossible to please God..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colossians 1:9-14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you[d] to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light. For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4951977181510424435?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4951977181510424435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4951977181510424435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4951977181510424435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4951977181510424435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4523180930055386961</id><published>2007-09-28T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T01:30:17.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephesians 1:13-14</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;"Having believed, you were marked in Him with a seal, the promised Holy Spirit..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/brand.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marked with a seal." It's cool to think of the different seals there must have been in the olden times.  Pretty much everyone of importance had a ring that they would use to stamp a wax seal on important documents.  It was unique to them.  It was their own mark.  People could blatantly &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; who the owner/originator was.  Seals eventually evolved into the branding iron.  Ranchers would brand their cattle and their livestock symbolizing their ownership.  If they were to get lost, people would know who they belong to.  They could be brought back.  Or, if the rancher was abitious, they could seek out what was theirs.  It was a way to rightfully claim what was yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this passage, we're marked in Him with a seal.  We &lt;b&gt;belong&lt;/b&gt; to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the same principles apply with this Heavenly seal?  Should people be able to see that we are God's? That we are Christians?  If we are lost... who returns us to our owner?  Or are we drawn back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last week, my roommates and I have somehow lost 4 remote controls for the TV.  We bought one - and lost it within two days.  We bought another - and lost it within 4 hours.  I found two remotes at home, brought them back and well... you get it.  When we lost the remotes, we looked everywhere we possibly could... tore stuff apart.  Flipped the room upside down.  We were determined to find the remotes.  Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking again.  When people fall away from God... how does &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; react?  How does &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; feel?  Is it the same as we feel when we lose something that's important?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/opaquebass/Remote-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"...Having believed, &lt;b&gt;you were marked in Him with a seal&lt;/b&gt;, the promised Holy Spirit, who is &lt;b&gt;a deposit guaranteeing our inheritance&lt;/B&gt; until the redemption of those who are God's possession—to the praise of his glory."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4523180930055386961?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4523180930055386961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4523180930055386961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4523180930055386961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4523180930055386961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/ephesians-113-14.html' title='Ephesians 1:13-14'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5759055733770713862</id><published>2007-09-24T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:59:12.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"What is worse - to be honest with yourself while you are dishonest with the world, or to be dishonest with the world because you have deceived yourself?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5759055733770713862?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5759055733770713862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5759055733770713862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5759055733770713862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5759055733770713862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-worse-to-be-honest-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2388581546954870255</id><published>2007-09-23T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T01:09:48.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Think.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot lately about my definition of a Christian... of a disciple.  My thoughts can't help but go back to El Salvador three years ago, on the last night of our missions trip.  Don Triplett said something that will probably stick with me for as long as I live: "Only disciples make it to heaven."  Now, without getting into logistics, viewpoints, and all that rubbish - think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Commission says it all: "Make &lt;b&gt;disciples&lt;/b&gt;... of all nations..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so often see people who pray a prayer... believe in Jesus... and that's "enough."  They're going to heaven.  They have the mentality of "I believe in Jesus, so I'm going to heaven.  I can drink... smoke... do whatever I want.  As long as I believe God exists..."  That doesn't seem right at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Jesus, and the 12 disciples... He called each one individually.  They stopped what they were doing... everything... they started a new life.  They were no longer tax collectors, fishermen, doctors, whatever they did... they became disciples.  They followed Jesus.  That was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked up the definition for the word "discipleship" in the dictionary.  It's a noun. That's wrong - I think it should be a verb...  Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be less of a Christian (noun)and more of a Disciple (verb).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2388581546954870255?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2388581546954870255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2388581546954870255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2388581546954870255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2388581546954870255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/disciple.html' title='Think.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7952307217258163216</id><published>2007-09-19T23:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:27:32.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>Last night was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I've slept maybe 5 hours in the last 3 or 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;That's not healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through everything, I find God at the center of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Glorious. Healing. Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel change all around me.&lt;br /&gt;I feel it coming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7952307217258163216?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7952307217258163216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7952307217258163216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7952307217258163216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7952307217258163216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-7196439786360225405</id><published>2007-09-16T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:09:30.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Healer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsRpnTNZuC8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsRpnTNZuC8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-7196439786360225405?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/7196439786360225405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=7196439786360225405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7196439786360225405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/7196439786360225405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/healer.html' title='Healer.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2994788569736187449</id><published>2007-09-12T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:24:23.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification.</title><content type='html'>A number of people either didn't like or didn't agree with my last blog.  Oh well.  Let me explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a musician... I see and hear a lot of things.  There is a lot of deception and dishonesty that goes on in the music industry; and yes, I'm talking about the "Christian" industry.  It's disheartening.  I've experienced it firsthand in a few different instances.  I've talked with several artists, and they've done nothing but confirm this.  That being said...  there are artists that I have simply lost respect for.  People I used to look to for inspiration.  People who were, essentially, my role models.  Now, they still inspire me... they inspire me to be genuine... real... honest.  To be, for lack of a better word, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every band I've played in has started as a ministry.  Then it plays a show or two.  Once money starts coming in, and exchanging hands, things change.  It slowly becomes a business (that wants to do ministry).  God is placed on the backburner, but they're still a "Christian" band.  The more and more I get involved with music... the more this veil of industry and business is lifted from my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, "Christian" music today has become bland.  We're called to be the salt of the earth.  The "true salt" these days seems to be few and far between.  That being said, I'm consistently inspired by artists like Jeff Deyo - for being raw, Robbie Seay - for being real, Switchfoot - for being genuine, Shawn McDonald - for his humility, and Shane &amp; Shane - for their undeniable passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to play some bass now... more later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2994788569736187449?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2994788569736187449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2994788569736187449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2994788569736187449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2994788569736187449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/clarification.html' title='Clarification.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-410685636270268403</id><published>2007-09-12T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:39:15.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>direction?</title><content type='html'>Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;greed. slander. deceit. obscene. misleading. image-driven. idols. fake. lies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;passion. love. truth. purity. redemption. purpose. calling. real. Christ. trust. faith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...seems like a no-brainer to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-410685636270268403?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/410685636270268403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=410685636270268403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/410685636270268403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/410685636270268403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/music.html' title='direction?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1027998135976405054</id><published>2007-09-07T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T00:00:59.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancholy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Psalm 43&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 Vindicate me, O God, &lt;br /&gt;       and plead my cause against an ungodly nation; &lt;br /&gt;       rescue me from deceitful and wicked men.&lt;br /&gt; 2 You are God my stronghold. &lt;br /&gt;       Why have you rejected me? &lt;br /&gt;       Why must I go about mourning, &lt;br /&gt;       oppressed by the enemy?&lt;br /&gt; 3 Send forth your light and your truth, &lt;br /&gt;       let them guide me; &lt;br /&gt;       let them bring me to your holy mountain, &lt;br /&gt;       to the place where you dwell.&lt;br /&gt; 4 Then will I go to the altar of God, &lt;br /&gt;       to God, my joy and my delight. &lt;br /&gt;       I will praise you with the harp, &lt;br /&gt;       O God, my God.&lt;br /&gt; 5 Why are you downcast, O my soul? &lt;br /&gt;       Why so disturbed within me? &lt;br /&gt;       Put your hope in God, &lt;br /&gt;       for I will yet praise him, &lt;br /&gt;       my Savior and my God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy lately.  High hopes and expectations... met with disappointment.  Dreams... stopped by walls. Plans... interrupted... and I'm OK with that.  I wasn't at first; but who am I to question God?    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Who am &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get ahead of myself in many ways.  For instance, I'd planned for certain things over the next few months... they're no more.  I'd planned for things in the spring... they're no more.  Several years ago, I had a plan of where I wanted to be at this point of my life.  I'm not there.  Plans don't mean anthing... unless they're God's.  God... let my plans be Yours.  Let Your will be mine.  Let my life shine You.  May I not live for anything but Your glory and Your name.  May my words... my actions be Yours... Rid me of myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song "Healer" by Planetshakers is amazing.  I heard/played it for the first time last night.  The story behind it is amazing.  The message it sends is beautiful.  I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I've been working with some new arrangements of some hymns.  They're really cool, if I can say so myself.  A few might get recorded... I &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; they get recorded.  It's been something I've wanted to do for a while now.  Ever since I found my grandma's folder of music... full of songs she wrote... songs she loved... songs that moved her... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even met her.  If I had, I'm sure we would have had some great discussions; and one day we will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1027998135976405054?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1027998135976405054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1027998135976405054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1027998135976405054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1027998135976405054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/09/melancholy.html' title='Melancholy.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2933888171693533405</id><published>2007-08-31T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T01:19:21.885-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts.</title><content type='html'>Life Update. I’ll spare the in-between "creative-ness" and give you the facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I’m (still) going to North Central.&lt;br /&gt;- As of now, I’m still a music major.&lt;br /&gt;- That will either change to psychology or youth ministry...&lt;br /&gt;- It will probably result in me double majoring.&lt;br /&gt;- I’m playing in a band called My Present Leave (www.mypresentleave.com)&lt;br /&gt;- I’ve decided to start playing more acoustic guitar… possibly some electric.&lt;br /&gt;- That is going to spawn off in a new direction.&lt;br /&gt;- Tonight’s mandatory floor meeting included a gauntlet. Blood literally was shed.&lt;br /&gt;- I have awesome roommates. We have roommate bedtime. It’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;- I need to truly fall in love with God again… or fall in love with Him all over again…&lt;br /&gt;- Awesome things are happening.&lt;br /&gt;- I’m stoked.&lt;br /&gt;- I think “horizon” is my new favorite word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2933888171693533405?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2933888171693533405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2933888171693533405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2933888171693533405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2933888171693533405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/facts.html' title='Facts.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-4561854498412281896</id><published>2007-08-23T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:20:16.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New.</title><content type='html'>I'm packing up my things, and getting ready to go back to school. The summer is, in all respects, over.  I've changed direction multiple times over the last 3 months. I wasn't planning on going back.  Yet here I am... preparing to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months have been full of opportunities and decisions.  It's been hard... really hard.  I could have been set. Had a career. Been &lt;i&gt;somebody&lt;/i&gt; But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in another direction... one that excites me... one that brings a smile to my face. God is freaking amazing.  I love Him more and more each day.  He's leading me down a new path.  I don't know where the final destination is; but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-4561854498412281896?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/4561854498412281896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=4561854498412281896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4561854498412281896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/4561854498412281896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/new.html' title='New.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-536098916329444479</id><published>2007-08-12T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:29:04.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambitions?</title><content type='html'>Exhausted. This is how I feel right now. I’m in Cameron, WI, staying at a stranger’s house.  OK, his name is Ben… and I’ve known him for half an hour.  But I digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m exhausted.  I’m not burnt out… but I can almost feel it coming.  I’m playing bass more and more lately – yet there’s nothing gained (except pride).  That’s not what I really want.  Sure, the attention is great; but it only feeds my flesh. I want to be a great bassist. It’d be awesome to “be somebody.”  Maybe that’s not my calling though.  Looking at my past, I see some of the amazing opportunities that I’ve had… and had to let pass me by.  It wasn’t easy then, and it’s only getting harder.  Is it God telling me to focus elsewhere?  Or is He telling me that my time will come?  Or is it perhaps both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m exhausted.  I feel I’ve been chasing my own selfish ambitions… or are they God's ambitions?  Am I crying out from the belly of the whale?  Or am I on the path God intends me to walk?  Or is it something simple... like doubt?  These are my thoughts... from Cameron, Wisconsin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-536098916329444479?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/536098916329444479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=536098916329444479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/536098916329444479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/536098916329444479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/ambitions.html' title='Ambitions?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1432820683925120507</id><published>2007-08-10T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T10:16:30.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Need."</title><content type='html'>I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that... I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need it to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that... I &lt;I&gt;want&lt;/I&gt; it to be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need answers...&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that... I &lt;I&gt;want&lt;/I&gt; answers... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure: I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/I&gt; God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1432820683925120507?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1432820683925120507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1432820683925120507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1432820683925120507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1432820683925120507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-need.html' title='&quot;I Need.&quot;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6008428592180539690</id><published>2007-08-07T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:27:21.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream.</title><content type='html'>Dear self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream big.&lt;br /&gt;Put those dreams into motion.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, you'll be caught dreaming about what "could have been." &lt;br /&gt;As opposed to "what's next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6008428592180539690?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6008428592180539690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6008428592180539690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6008428592180539690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6008428592180539690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/dream.html' title='Dream.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6396579647920370527</id><published>2007-08-04T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:36:20.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Untitled)</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;I've been really focused on what to do over this next year.  I don't know much, but I know that this next year is going to be about growth and change for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Growth&lt;/I&gt;.  Spriritually, and physically.  I'm preparing myself for something.  I don't know what.  I just know that I need to be stronger than I've ever been before.  Spiritually.  Physically.  Emotionally... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Change&lt;/I&gt;.  I've recently come to grips with the fact that I'm most likely going to be making a directional change in my life.  I'm relatively nervous, because well... I don't know what that means yet.  People have asked me if I'm going to give up music... or bass... I'm not.  I'm going to keep doing it.  Keep seeking God.  Keep doing life.  Keep loving.  Keeping it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Monday, I'm going to fast.  I'd originally planned on a 21-day fast; but after doing some research, I found that'd be a bad idea.  So 8 days it is.  I've started to learn/understand how important fasting can be.  I'm going to try and make it a regular thing further down the road.  This is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note.  This month is going to be intense.  I'm going to be playing bass in Illinois, Ohio, Conneticut, Wisconsin, and possibly Texas.  To top it all off... I'm trying to plan a trip to the west coast to visit some people.  I'm excited.  I'm not sure if everything will pan out perfectly; but only time will tell.  I love traveling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6396579647920370527?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6396579647920370527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6396579647920370527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6396579647920370527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6396579647920370527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/08/untitled.html' title='(Untitled)'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3125682177683462614</id><published>2007-07-26T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T02:01:02.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust.</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about trust lately.  Over the last few months, yes; but especially over the last few days.  It might have something to do with the last two sermons here at Lake Geneva being about that... Trust.  But I'm been thinking about trust and faith together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself this question for some time now and, in all honesty, I don't have an answer.  By all means, I should; but it's something I struggle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I &lt;I&gt;honestly&lt;/I&gt; give up all of my personal hopes... dreams... ambitions... to go work in some foreign country.  To preach.  Or just live in a place serving people for God's glory.  Yeah, at first most everyone would say yes.  No.  Saying you will and actually doing it are completely separate. "Actions speak louder than words."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I pray that I can live up to the plans You have in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;My trust, my faith lies withing You.&lt;br /&gt;May my actions, may my steps show it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3125682177683462614?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3125682177683462614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3125682177683462614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3125682177683462614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3125682177683462614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/trust.html' title='Trust.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-5107123133873650010</id><published>2007-07-18T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:08:54.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;"On a normal day, I pray for an hour in the morning. On a busy day when I know I am going to need the Lord, I pray for 2 hours."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Martin Luther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote has so much depth, and so much truth.  I've made the excuse a thousand times: "I don't have time to read my Bible... I don't have time to pray..." In all honesty, everything else should come second.  Martin Luther had it right - in the 1500s.  Here I am sitting 500 years in the future, on a computer... in an air-conditioned house... with running water... food in the refrigerator... We have all of these "time saving" inventions these days; but we often still fail to take time out for God.  Not even a minute.  I know there's not a single person in the world that cannot spare minute... even ten minutes out of their day.  Maybe it's because so many people have these messed up views of what time with God really is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feel &lt;I&gt;obligated.&lt;/I&gt;  It's viewed as a &lt;I&gt;chore.&lt;/I&gt; No.  I think praying and reading your Bible is something that needs to be &lt;I&gt;desired&lt;/I&gt;.  Maybe you don't have a desire to read your Bible; but do you have a desire to get closer to God?  If you don't have a desire to pray... how are you going to talk with Him, and develop a &lt;I&gt;true, meaningful&lt;/I&gt; relationship with the King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... it should sound familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-5107123133873650010?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/5107123133873650010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=5107123133873650010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5107123133873650010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/5107123133873650010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/quote.html' title='Quote.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-8658033903798057917</id><published>2007-07-11T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T22:37:18.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$15 Billion.</title><content type='html'>What would you do with $15 billion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this article, by chance, today.  It talks about bottled water... the production costs, quality, and how much Americans spend on bottled water.  Guess how much we spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. $15 billion.  Absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go on, let me clarify that I drink bottled water on occasion.  In fact, I drink it frequently; But I read a statistic recently.  I can't account for its accuracy, but it stated that the cost of curbing world hunger was around $19 billion (and that US citizens also spend about $18 billion on makeup).  So... if we cut down on bottled water and makeup...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;a href="http://www.startribune.com/1229/story/1281331.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Tribune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/117/features-message-in-a-bottle.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FastCompany.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those days that I realize just how absurd we Americans are sometimes.  People are starving.  We're arguing about the cost of gas.  Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-8658033903798057917?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/8658033903798057917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=8658033903798057917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8658033903798057917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/8658033903798057917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/11-billion.html' title='$15 Billion.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-223779121678645508</id><published>2007-07-09T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:11:38.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Action.</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been caught up in planning for the future.  Deciding, once again, what to do for school.  Trying to figure out what exactly my future entails.  I've been so focused on what I feel God is calling me to do, yet I still doubt.  I'm torn between several outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was reading in James (which happens to be one of my favorite books of the Bible).  There's a point, in the second chapter, where the author talks about faith action.  More or less, it comes down to saying "Faith without action... is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking.  I've been focusing so much on the long term... the big picture.  I've been sitting in this relatively stationary position.  I just need to... move. Do. Something.  God will direct me.  I just need to make the first step.  He'll make the path straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we, as Christians, get so caught up in the will of God that we forget one "minor" detail: It's going to be done.  You might run from it.  You might hide from it. But you'll never truly escape the will of God. So take that leap, step, jump of faith.  He'll do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lincoln Brewster right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Everybody, everybody, everybody praise the Lord..."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-223779121678645508?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/223779121678645508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=223779121678645508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/223779121678645508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/223779121678645508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/action.html' title='Action.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3786394670295618873</id><published>2007-07-08T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:14:48.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babble.</title><content type='html'>The perfectionist in me is what holds me back.&lt;br /&gt;The doubts. The fears. These are my demons.&lt;br /&gt;My calling. My desire. These are my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;My trust. It's what keeps me sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3786394670295618873?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3786394670295618873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3786394670295618873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3786394670295618873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3786394670295618873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfectionist-in-me-is-what-holds-me.html' title='Babble.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1291693905038908544</id><published>2007-07-06T19:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:11:29.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPPgeDhGzKY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UPPgeDhGzKY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1291693905038908544?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1291693905038908544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1291693905038908544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1291693905038908544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1291693905038908544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Video.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-2954279886140938863</id><published>2007-07-05T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:14:00.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reject Yourself.</title><content type='html'>Killswitch Engage is one of my favorite bands ever.  Even though none of the members (to my knowledge) are Christians, all of their lyrics seem to have strong spiritual overtones.  These are the lyrics from a song of their new CD &lt;I&gt;As Daylight Dies&lt;/I&gt;.  It's called "Reject Yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their cries are blown away with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;how passive can we be before humanity is &lt;I&gt;lost&lt;/I&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;turning our backs on those who need love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must not rest while healing is needed.&lt;br /&gt;tear down the veil that bars your heart from feeling this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;dedicate yourself.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give your souls to &lt;I&gt;compassion.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with open arms &lt;I&gt;embrace&lt;/I&gt; this heart.&lt;br /&gt;with open eyes &lt;I&gt;behold&lt;/I&gt; the truth.&lt;br /&gt;embrace this life.&lt;br /&gt;so little time is left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we must be &lt;I&gt;relentless&lt;/I&gt; in our pursiut of those in torment.&lt;br /&gt;tear down the veil that bars your heart from feeling this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;dedicate yourself.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;become the voice of &lt;I&gt;compassion.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with open arms &lt;I&gt;embrace&lt;/I&gt; this heart.&lt;br /&gt;with open eyes &lt;I&gt;behold&lt;/I&gt; the truth.&lt;br /&gt;embrace this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you reject yourself?&lt;br /&gt;can you feel their agony?&lt;br /&gt;in a world that feels on disregard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;heal the broken hearted.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-2954279886140938863?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/2954279886140938863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=2954279886140938863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2954279886140938863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/2954279886140938863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/their-cries-are-blown-away-with-wind.html' title='Reject Yourself.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-6881609731151702343</id><published>2007-07-03T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:14:22.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon Delight.</title><content type='html'>This verse has applied itself to my life so many times, in so many ways.  Every time I doubt.  Every time I question.  Every time I fear... God brings it back to me. Someway... somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Psalm 37:4&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"Delight yourself in the LORD &lt;br /&gt;       and he will give you the desires of your heart."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-6881609731151702343?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/6881609731151702343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=6881609731151702343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6881609731151702343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/6881609731151702343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-verse-has-applied-itself-to-my.html' title='Afternoon Delight.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-3852209273151024314</id><published>2007-06-28T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T00:38:27.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Lake, WI and other nonsense.</title><content type='html'>This last weekend, I found myself in Rice Lake.  It's what some call a small town (8,000 or so).  I traveled there with the band I'm currently playing with, BRAZENaltar (www.brazenaltar.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip, as a whole, was amazing.  My favorite moment of the weekend was during our encore.  Before I go on, let me make a disclaimer: I hate encores.  I hate what they represent because, for the most part, they're for self-glorification and that's not why I do music.  Anyway... on with it.  The first encore I've ever done (or at least remembered).  We finished the set and people wanted more.  So... We pulled one song out of nowhere - I'd never heard it, much less played it.  Then, out of nowhere, we started playing some worship tunes.  Everything shifted.  The mood.  The feel.  The heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was one of the most defining points of my life.  Singing/playing/screaming God's adoration... with a band I've known for a week... with a group absolute strangers... in the middle of nowhere.  I felt God more than I have in a long time.  It was/is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning was amazing as well.  We started off the service with some worship songs, RT brought the word, and again... it happened... God rocked the house. I'm not talking about the music, I'm talking about revival.  Bonds broken, hearts restored, Holy Spirit revival. Again, hard to put in words; but God is like that... and I freaking love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in Psalms and then came to Psalm 86.  It's basically the epitome of what I've needed to read over the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;I&gt;  "Hear, O LORD, and answer me, &lt;br /&gt;       for I am poor and needy.&lt;br /&gt;       Guard my life, for I am devoted to you. &lt;br /&gt;       You are my God; save your servant &lt;br /&gt;       who trusts in you.&lt;br /&gt;       Have mercy on me, O Lord, &lt;br /&gt;       for I call to you all day long.&lt;br /&gt;       Bring joy to your servant, &lt;br /&gt;       for to you, O Lord, &lt;br /&gt;       I lift up my soul.&lt;br /&gt;       You are forgiving and good, O Lord, &lt;br /&gt;       abounding in love to all who call to you.&lt;br /&gt;       Hear my prayer, O LORD; &lt;br /&gt;       listen to my cry for mercy.&lt;br /&gt;       In the day of my trouble I will call to you, &lt;br /&gt;       for you will answer me.&lt;br /&gt;       Among the gods there is none like you, O Lord; &lt;br /&gt;       no deeds can compare with yours.&lt;br /&gt;       All the nations you have made &lt;br /&gt;       will come and worship before you, O Lord; &lt;br /&gt;       they will bring glory to your name.&lt;br /&gt;       For you are great and do marvelous deeds; &lt;br /&gt;       you alone are God.&lt;br /&gt;      Teach me your way, O LORD, &lt;br /&gt;       and I will walk in your truth; &lt;br /&gt;       give me an undivided heart, &lt;br /&gt;       that I may fear your name.&lt;br /&gt;       I will praise you, O Lord my God, with all my heart; &lt;br /&gt;       I will glorify your name forever.&lt;br /&gt;       For great is your love toward me; &lt;br /&gt;       you have delivered me from the depths of the grave. &lt;br /&gt;      The arrogant are attacking me, O God; &lt;br /&gt;       a band of ruthless men seeks my life— &lt;br /&gt;       men without regard for you.&lt;br /&gt;       But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, &lt;br /&gt;       slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;      Turn to me and have mercy on me; &lt;br /&gt;       grant your strength to your servant &lt;br /&gt;       and save the son of your maidservant. &lt;br /&gt;       Give me a sign of your goodness, &lt;br /&gt;       that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, &lt;br /&gt;       for you, O LORD, have helped me and comforted me."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. All the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-3852209273151024314?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/3852209273151024314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=3852209273151024314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3852209273151024314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/3852209273151024314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/06/rice-lake-wi-and-other-nonsense.html' title='Rice Lake, WI and other nonsense.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861835563496752542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zoPRi6HipmQ/SPbBbjQacqI/AAAAAAAAACQ/OUNDyCMaR_A/S220/Photo+221.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5645206334663937648.post-1154081142202394202</id><published>2007-06-28T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:08:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog. Or... wait a minute... what?!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to enter this world of blogging insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again... Kind of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5645206334663937648-1154081142202394202?l=mattcall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/feeds/1154081142202394202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5645206334663937648&amp;postID=1154081142202394202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1154081142202394202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5645206334663937648/posts/default/1154081142202394202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattcall.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-or-wait-minute-what.html' title='Blog. 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