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Bond. Sacred Bond.

 By PETER ZIMMERMAN

Photo by: Amy Floyd

I'm going to name three people," Matt says to the large crowd gathered around him in Turlington plaza. "Charles Darwin, Carl Sagan and Adolf Hitler." It's been raining off and on all day, and Matt stands out in the open, the crowd of about 40 people watching him from underneath an overhang.

"What do they have in common?" He pauses, and looks around the crowd. "I'll give you a hint." He takes a big step forward, and points at the ground and says in a loud, clear voice, "Location, Location, Location!"

Matt Sherman, 33, is a dark-haired, dark-eyed Jew born and raised in New York City that has lived in Gainesville since he was an undergraduate at UF in 1990. His accent is slight, but noticeable. When he's talking, he paces quickly, looking at the ground, slouching slightly.

For 12 years, he's been at UF and other college campuses, preaching about Jesus.

Few other campus preachers can say their resume adds up like Matt's. In 1990, he converted from Judaism to being a born-again Christian. He has worked for the March of Dimes and the Women's Resource Center in Gainesville.

Matt seems more accessible than your common campus preacher because he does things not all of them do. He takes questions from the crowd, addresses issues like homosexuality and atheism, and will openly admit that he himself is not perfect, but a sinner also.

Equally surprising, he matches his faith in Jesus with a fierce passion for James Bond. He runs a small company, Bond Convention Weekend Productions, which puts on conventions every year and garners international interest, attracting stars and hundreds of Bond enthusiasts. Matt's passion for James Bond has recently earned him a spot on a Home and Garden Television program featuring collectors.

He raises his voice above the sound of the rain smacking the overhang, and says that sin is one of the major things that keep us from knowing God.

A student walks through the crowd and passes right in front of Matt as he is talking, and mumbles, "There is no God, dude."

Matt stops himself mid-sentence. He raises his voice and says, as the student is walking away, "There is no God, dude? There is no GOD, dude?"

He paces back and forth, looking at the ground. "I hope you don't get hit by a car, man." He paces back the other way, stops and looks up at the sky, holding his hands up. "'Cause then they'll be no dude, God!" >>>