December 31, 2008
Happy 17th Spiritual Birthday to Me
17 years ago today I became a Christ-follower. It has been a wild ride, full of twists and turns. I could have never imagined what God had planned for me so many years ago when I bowed my knee and called Christ my Lord. God has proved Himself faithful again and again…and again. He has blessed me with the most wonderful wife in the world and two of the most amazing boys. He has given me opportunities I couldn’t have even dreamed of.
At 17, it is incredible to see how much God has changed me. But I also realize how much more work he has to do in me. That’s my plan for 2009. I want God to grow me more this next year. I want to know Him better and be better equipped to serve His church.
How about you?
Here’s a part of a sermon that I preached several years ago that helps you understand what happened to me all those years ago. Enjoy.
On December 30, 1990, I attended a church retreat. This was pretty novel for me due to the fact I prided myself in being to smart to believe in God. But my life was empty and the hopelessness that was taking over my soul was leading me to contemplate suicide. The guys at the retreat were cliquish and the girls were a little on the goody-two-shoes side for me. But the speaker taught on this passage [Luke 15 - the Prodigal Son] and explained how to come home to God.
I returned home on New Year’s Eve afternoon and attended my girlfriend’s party that night. She met me at the door drunk and her mother was upstairs smoking marijuana with our friends. This was my life. I sat on the couch and something began to happen inside of me. It is very difficult to explain it. It was as if everything slowed down and an this one thought completely overwhelmed me – “Jeff Williams, you are in the pigpen.” My life was a pigpen. God had given me so many opportunities and I had run off in the far country of sin and squandered them all. I sat hungry for meaning and purpose but continually ate the pods this world – lust, power, greed, and pride. God convicted me of my sin and prompted me to repentance. I literally came to my senses that night. In the middle of a party on New Year’s Eve 1991 I became I Christ-Follower. In the middle of my hopelessness and shame. That was eleven years ago this weekend and my life has never been the same. And now I stand before you now and tell you the story.
Some of you need to come home. You have been off in the far country. Sin felt good for a season but now you look at your life and wonder “how did I get here.” Sin is a slippery slope and you are in the pigpen. Let me tell you this morning that the Father is longing for you. He is peering over the horizon for you. He desires no one to be lost but everyone come to salvation. Come home. He will welcome you back. He will fill you purpose and passion. He will satisfy the thirst and hunger you have for security and significance. Stop looking for it in humans. Come home.
Many people will say that they will get right with God when they “clean up their act.” Forget all that. Come home and let God clean you up from the inside out. Instead of New Years resolutions to do better and to be better, just come home.
Jesus said, “ I have come to seek and save that which was lost.” [John 19:10] The ultimate expression of His love you was demonstrated on the cross:
“But God demonstrated his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” [Romans 5:8]
Prayer: Coming to your senses involves repentance.
(1) Admitting you are a sinner and that no amount of rule keeping or good deeds will ever get you in good with a Holy God. Romans 3:23: “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God”
(2)Believing that Jesus died on the cross in your place so you would not be held hostage by your sins. Romans 10:9: “If you confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is Lord’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.”
(3)Confessing that you are a sinner and that you are hungry for a relationship with God. I John 1:9: “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us all our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” Surrender your heart to Him today. Today is the only day you have. “Today, if you hear His voice, do not harden your heart” [Hebrews 3:15] Whether you are in this auditorium today or listening by tape or even reading this on the internet, stop where you are and get right with God. Just come home to the Father!
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December 29, 2008
College Fellowship 2008
Tonight we had our 2nd annual college fellowship at the church. It was supposed to be last week but our lovely weather forced it to be tonight. Maxine and Kara had great food for us, including a chocolate fountain!. We had the Wii out and played some intense games of Dodge Ball. I have been around now for over 8 years so the students that were in junior high when I came are now getting close to finishing college. They seem less like old students and more like old friends. It was a great night!
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December 26, 2008
After Christmas Mounring
Christmas is not always fun for everyone. A couple of years ago I preached a sermon called After Christmas Mourning. We had buried Maxine’s mother earlier that year and Christmas was hard to go through. If you are struggling through the season, I hope this encourages you.
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December 24, 2008
Christmas Eve 2008 - “18 inches”
We had a wonderful Christmas Eve service tonight. Thanks to all the families who were able to make it. Our prayer is that you would have a blessed Christmas and that you would focus on the Presence of Immanuel. Here is my manuscript from tonight’s service. Merry Christmas to all.
18 Inches
Christmas Eve Service, 2008
Pastor Jeff Williams
Devotion Part I:
Good Evening. My name is Jacob and Pastor Jeff asked me to share my story with you tonight. You don’t really know me but you know my uncle Joseph. I am the youngest son of Joseph’s sister. I grew up idolizing my uncle and wanted to learn all I could about being a carpenter. We were very close and I even lived with him and Mary for a while when I was a teenager. That was so long ago and so much has happened. I want to tell you the story of really remarkable day that marked the beginning of something amazing in my life.
I had heard the stories, more than once. And I believed Joseph and Mary. I was one of the few. Why shouldn’t I, though? They were my family and I knew Joseph to be honest and kind. Mary told the story for years of how the angel came to her and told her she would be the one chosen to carry the Messiah. [see Luke 1:26-38] Joseph told me the story about how the angel had come to him and gave him peace about taking Mary to be his bride. [see Matthew 1:18-25] I had no reason to doubt but, again, I wasn’t there.
I wasn’t there for the birth when the shepherds from the fields showed up at the cave to worship my new born cousin, Jesus. [see Luke 2:8-20]
I wasn’t there when they took Jesus to the Temple and Simeon and Anna prophesied about Him “causing the rising and falling in Israel.” [see Luke 2:25-38]
There were times, as I watched Jesus grow, with his shock of black curly hair, dark eyes, and sagging diaper that I wondered if they got the right baby. He was, well, just so normal.
It was all amazing. But I just had to trust that everything they were telling was true. Because I wasn’t there.
Well, all of that changed the day the magi showed up. [see Matthew 2:1-12] I was there that day. The day that everything started to change for me.
I was in the back helping Joseph with a project. Mary was in the front of the small house with Jesus. There was a commotion on our narrow little road. There was a caravan coming. Now, it wasn’t uncommon to have a caravan come through Bethlehem. But not one of this size, right down our small side street. Something was going on and I had to find out what.
I ran out the back door and down the back alley. I was surprised by what I saw. It was a large caravan of travelers on camels. They had obviously come a long way. I ran through the ranks shouting in Aramaic to see if anyone knew my language. Finally, a young man shouted back to me, “Shalom!”
I had a thousand questions for him and must have been talking really fast. He waited for me to take a breath and told me the most amazing story.
He was part of a security detail for a group of very important “wise men” from the east. They had traveled almost a thousand miles over a two year period of time. They had been following a star that moved. There were searching for the one who was born “King of the Jews.”
I asked him if Herod knew about their trip. It turns out they had stopped in Jerusalem to ask for directions. He said that Herod seemed taken aback by the news that a king was to be born. He called for all his wise man and asked them where the Messiah was to be born. “That’s when we knew we had to go to Bethlehem. Your prophet Micah made it clear. [see Micah 5:2; Matt 2:6] Herod told us to find the child and then tell him where he is so he could worship him too. [see Matthew 2:8] I’m not sure I trust that guy though.”
I explained to him that Herod was corrupt and a ruthless murderer. I don’t know if you understand what it’s like to be ruled by someone who thinks he’s above the law. It makes life pretty tough.
Just then, a horn blew and everyone stopped and started dismounting. My friend said he had to go and ran toward the front of the group. Joseph ran out and he and I started parking the camels. Two humps on this side of the road one hump on the other. I ran back inside to get something for Joseph and Mary who was a little nervous about the noise outside asked me to stay.
The only one who seemed to be unfazed was Jesus. He was waddling all over the room trying to see what was going on.
The door opened and a group of men entered. They were dressed magnificently in brightly colored robes. Their faces, worn by traveling in the desert. When they saw Jesus they stopped dead in their tracks. Mary instinctively pulled Jesus close.
They looked at my little cousin, with his curly hair and sagging diaper, and did something I will never forget as long as I live. They fell to their knees and then flat on their faces. All of them. The whole group. They put their faces to the dirt floor. The room was completely silent. I noticed one of them was even crying.
I was overwhelmed. Remember, I had heard the stories. I knew it up here, my head. But I was there that day when this group of important, wealthy, brilliant travelers bowed before Jesus.
The young man I had been talking to pushed his way through and became our interpreter. He explained the whole story to Mary and Joseph that he had told me. It was an amazing tale of courage and following God’s leading.
Several young men came into the house carrying containers and placed the boxes before Mary and Jesus.
Three of these wise man stood and opened the boxes and took out gifts. I was blown away. These guys were obviously very wealthy and important. They could have sent these gifts by their servants. They brought them all this way to personally present these gifts. Absolutely amazing!
One of the visitors opened one of the boxes and took out gold and placed it at Jesus feet. Another one opened another box and took out a jar of frankincense and placed it beside the gold. Then a third took a flask of what looked like myrrh and place it beside the other two.
Okay, forgive me for what I’m about the admit to you. I thought to myself, “These are sort of lame presents to give a toddler.” Think about it. What was Jesus going to do with the gold. He was teething so he was just going to chew on it. How about the frankincense? The second they opened the bottle we all started sneezing. And the myrrh? How many of you would take “embalming fluid” to a two year old? Seriously, what were these guys thinking?
You know they say it’s 18 inches from your head to your heart. That was the exact moment, I started understanding what was happening.
I looked at Joseph’s wedding ring and remembered what he told me. He said that the ring symbolizes his love for Mary. What if these gifts were symbolic? My heart started to pound as I scanned the scene again.
Gold. Hadn’t they called him the “King of the Jews?” That’s what they were saying. They were announcing His Royalty. He is the King of Kings and Lord of Lords. [see Philippians 2:6-11]
Frankincense was used in the Temple and could only be offered by a priest. This obviously represented His Divinity. He was worthy of worship. They traveled a thousand miles to bow down to Him.
Myrrh was the hardest one to figure out. In hindsight, it should have made sense. I knew what Isaiah had said about what kind of suffering the Messiah would go through. To lay myrrh, what we used to prepare dead bodies, at his feet spoke of His impending sacrifice. It reminded me of what Mary said Simeon, the old prophet from the Temple, had said. He said that a sword will pierce Mary’s heart as well.
I remembered that gift as I helped take His body off the cross and prepare it for burial. It took 75 pounds myrrh that day. (see John 19:39) The baby in the manger was the Savior on the cross. He was born to die so that we might live.
Royalty in rags . Majesty in a manger. The infinite becoming an infant. Divinity in a diaper. Genius, pure genius. The Savior of the World? Could it really be?
I felt my knees give way and I found myself bowing with the wise men. They had taking a journey but so had I. 18 inches. The truth traveled from my head to my heart and I’ve never been the same.
How about you? You may know the story of Christmas here in your head but do you know the power of His gift in your heart? Most of you would nod your head in agreement with of what I just said. You know the story? But has it changed your life?
Devotion Part II:
I’m thankful to Jacob for sharing his story about the strange gifts given to Jesus by the wise men. I’ve got a story about strange gifts myself.
The year was 1987. It was Christmas Eve. I was a tired college freshman who had just finished working seventy hours during the Christmas week at a local department store. I had seen customers fight over their place in line and had chased shoplifters down the escalators. I had been cursed out for ringing up merchandise too slowly and had spent my lunch hours fighting crowds to finish my own shopping. In short, I had grown to hate Christmas! I rivaled Ebenezer Scrooge in my disdain for the miserable holiday.
During this hectic holiday, a friend invited me to be a liaison for her mother’s adoption agency. I didn’t want to go. I had gotten into a fight with my parents when I arrived home from work and spent the next hour walking in a cold December rain. I looked like a water-logged rat when they came to pick me up. I sat in silence on the ride to Memphis International airport. My mind was exhausted. I had never felt so down. I had never felt so far away from God. The universe was a cold, heartless place and celebrating Christmas did not seem appropriate or logical to my doubt filled heart. Where is the hope? In a world ravaged by war and famine and death, where is the peace that Christmas promised?
I walked slowly through the terminals and watched the families waiting impatiently in line to check their bags. One whole family had on matching Christmas sweaters. “Bah Humbug!” I said out loud. The Christmas spirit had hit everyone but me.
When we arrived at the gate, I was given my instructions. Suddenly, I became nervous. My job was to board the plane, pick up the baby, and bring him down the ramp and present him to the family. The only problem was I had never held a baby. Let alone walked down a ramp with one. What if I dropped him? What if he made a mess on me? What if he started crying? How was I supposed to know what to do? I was then gently shoved toward the gate door. What happened next changed my mind about Christmas and ultimately led me on a search to find God.
The plane was empty except for two large car seats about half way down the aisle. I peeked around the blue seat and stared at what I saw. The baby was Korean and chubby. With a big round face and huge dark eyes he stared back at me. I gently slipped my hand under him and pulled him out of the car seat. I held him up and came nose to nose with him. He didn’t cry and he didn’t mess on me. I relaxed a bit and studied this baby. I whispered to him that he had come a long way but that he was about to go to his new home. He smiled, I think. I could feel his heart beating against my chest. I wrapped him tighter in his blue blanket and started back down the aisle of the plane.
I walked the runway and was blinded as I made the turn. I instinctively held him closer as the lights from video cameras and flash bulbs temporarily blinded me. I turned my little friend toward the camera and walked toward the waiting family. A mother was shaking with anticipation. A father was trying to balance the video camera and wipe away tears. Two younger children were standing on tip toes to see what was in the blue bundle this stranger held in his hands. I began to tremble. I held the little boy out to the open hands of the mother and weakly said, “Merry Christmas.” She took him into her arms, held him tight, and began to weep. She showed him to the rest of the family and the dad began to pray. I walked away from that scene weeping openly. I cried partly out of the exhaustion of the week. But there was more, much more in those tears. It was the night I really understood Christmas.
Christmas is not about trying to find a parking place at the mall, putting up Christmas decorations, or blinding the neighborhood with our light display. It is about the greatest present ever given to mankind: a baby. God wrapped Himself in flesh. The infinite became an infant. Grasp this concept and you will never be the same.
In the quiet of our souls, we cry out the endless, eternal question: WHY? We yell and scream and are answered by the deafening silence of heaven. God gives no easy responses. He already answered our deepest longings for hope and peace two thousand years ago when Joseph and Mary presented a dark eyed baby to a crying, hurting world. What is the only hope for our pain-pierced world? Isaiah said He would be called Immanuel which means “God with us.” The angel said to name him Jesus which means “God’s Salvation.”
Speaking prophetically, Isaiah wrote this Christmas card to us,
“For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on His shoulders. And He will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)
A child is born. He will be fully human. A Son is given. He will be a Divine gift that will change the world. He will bring peace by offering Himself in our place as our sin-substitute on the cross. He died in your place, to pay for your sins, on the cross. God so loved the world so much that He gave His one and only Son that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. (John 3:16). And He gave us that present even though we could nothing to earn it or deserve it.
But, in order to truly appreciate a present you must receive it. The greatest Christmas present ever is the same way. You must receive the free gift that cost God the life of His Son. The apostle John said it this way: “Yet to all who receive Him (Jesus), to those who believe in His name, He gave the right to become children of God.” (John 1:12). In the midst of all the hustle and bustle, the shopping and stress chose to unwrap Christmas this year and surrender your life to the Savior.
Somewhere there is a Korean teenager who doesn’t have a clue who that strange college student is on the adoption tape his mother and father show him every Christmas Eve. But I am eternally thankful for my chance Christmas encounter with him. He changed my life and pointed me to the greatest Christmas Presence ever given – Jesus.
That experience in part of my 18 inch journey. You know, from your head to your heart?
I have a question for you:
Where are you on that journey? Maybe you know the story in your head but it’s never really impacted your life. Maybe you say that God is at work right now in your life and you feel like you are ready to take the next faith step. Could it be that someone here tonight has never really even heard this story and wants to respond to God’s gift.
It’s easy and it’s free.
Just remember…
Sin-Savior-Surrender
Admit to God that you are a sinner, which means to “miss the mark.” You can’t get it right, never will. You can’t be good enough because none of are perfect. Romans 3:23 says, “There is no difference, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” Just say, “God, I realize I’ve really missed the mark with You.”
Isaiah 59:2 says that our sin separates you and God. There is a huge space between you and God and no amount of good deeds can ever get you to heaven. [See Ephesians 2:8-9] You can not hop high enough for His Holiness.
But instead of you try to be good enough God, in an act of remarkable grace and kindness, reached out to us. Romans 6:23 says that “While we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” John 3:16 says, For God so loved the world that He sent his only begotten Son that whoever believes in him will never perish but have everlasting life.”
Jesus was sent as our Savior, to die on the cross, in your place, for your sins. Just say something like, “I don’t understand why you would do that for me God but I’m thankful. So thankful that I put my full faith and trust in Christ has my sin-bearer.”
That last step in the journey is Surrender. Romans 10:9 says, “If you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord’ and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead. you will be saved.” To say that He is your Lord is to surrender your life to Him, to serve Him and follow Him. To believe that He was raised from the dead, is to put your faith in a God who can do the impossible. If God can raise Jesus from the dead, what can He not do in your life?
The wise men simply brought what they had. But the best gift they gave Jesus was their hearts. Full, total submission and honor.
You may not have gold, frankincense, or myrrh, but you do have a heart. Have you given Him your heart? With all it’s dreams and sorrows and longings? On this Christmas Eve 2008, that’s the best gift anyone could give Him.
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December 23, 2008
Rubbers Bands
This is written by Grant Armstrong, the associate pastor at the Methodist church. He is a friend and a fellow lover of students. He is also a great writer. Enjoy!
I talk with folks all the time, and sometimes I get to talk with folks who are terminal. They don’t have forever to live, they become keenly aware of it, and it makes them think of things like purpose, and legacy. They start asking questions about the meaning and purpose of their lives. Good questions. I just have a hard time with where many people want to go to look for answers.
I mean, Rick Warren got some things really right with our Scriptural purpose. Still, I like to marry the Westminster Shorter Catechism with Victor Frankl.
“Man’s chief end is to glorify God, and to enjoy him forever.” - WSC
“We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life - daily and hourly. Our answer must consist, not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct.” - VF
So, to me, this purpose business leads to a couple of other questions:
1) How is God inviting me, through my current circumstance, to live out that which brings Him the greatest glory?
and
2) What am I doing to increase my usefulness for God’s service, as I am always in a position to glorify Him?
I think people want to be heroes, and be significant. Fine goals, when they glorify God, but I think most of us end up being like Rubber Band Balls. Hear my out on this. If you have one big rubber band, I guess that’s pretty cool, but it’s really not too impressive. But check out http://www.recordball.com/. This guy built up a rubber band ball that weighs 3,500 pounds consisting of probably 850,000 rubber bands. It took him 7 years to gather that many rubber bands to make a ball that’s 5 feet high. I imagine he was looking for rubber bands everywhere - rubber bands of every variety. Some were easy to find, but I’m sure the stretching of the last several has been difficult. Why does he have the world’s largest rubber band ball (and a website boasting of it)? Because he kept his eyes open for rubber bands ALL THE TIME.
I think our purpose is like that. Each moment gives us a chance to glorify God. He leaves these “rubber bands” - these opportunities to show His love and serve - right under our noses all the time. We have to keep our eyes open, however. They can slip by us all to easily. See, I don’t think God calls everyone to noticible acts of heroism. He calls most of us to keep our eyes open for constant opportunities to give Him glory, until one day, we’ve built up a body of work that’s tough not to notice.
This view holds up for me, because I’ve seen my grand plans and schemes crumble a couple times. When I was certain that my purpose existed in those things, I was devastated. We set ourselves up for it when we imagine that God demands big accomplishments of us - and for some, He does. When I realized that my purpose can always be found in glorifying God through the journey all along, the disappointments weren’t so much disappointments anymore. Just different circumstances. On top of that, I found that God gives greater opportunities to those who are faithful with those little passing moments along the way.
We go nuts trying to find fulfillment in so many other things. Glorifying God with each possible moment seems almost too simple to actually try. Still, try. With each moment, and with God’s strength, try.
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December 22, 2008
Imagine Christmas 2008
After yesterday’s Christmas service, I was so thankful for God’s obvious hand in the whole thing. Everything went amazingly well. The dramas were great, the music wonderful, the message was spot on, and Dan’s rendition of Decemberadio’s “Drifter” could have won American Idol! If you missed it, you really missed it!
Today, I’m headed up to Willow Creek Community Church for “Imagine Christmas” - their Christmas Eve service. Actually, they have ten Christmas Eve services. Over 80,000 e-tickets have already been distributed! I’m sooooo excited!
Please pray for me as I watch the amazing creativity of Willow that something would rub off on me and translate to our Christmas Eve service Wednesday night.
Here’s the promo for what I’ll be at tonight:
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December 20, 2008
O Come O Come
Tomorrow, no matter how cold, no matter what, we are going to have an incredible Christmas service full of drama, humor, music, and the message of Home. Watch this video to get you ready for Christmas. This is an amazing arrangement. Maybe our worship band can try to pull this off next Christmas time.
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December 20, 2008
Best Foot Forward
Alli and Jessi Leacock and Lena Grimes are three of our high school girls with a mission. They are song-writers and are using their talents to bring praise to God through their group “Phoenix.” They have opened up for Asher a couple of times and will be the featured midnight concert at our junior high lock-in in the spring.
Here’s the lyrics to one of my favorite songs:
They say that I’m not enough
My hair, my clothes and everything about me
needs to change
I say this is who I am
No one can change that fact about me
No, no
I’m not going to change
I’m going to change the world
the world’s not gonna change me
I am gonna put my best foot forward on this road I’m on
Just take it step by step and make a difference
In as many lives as I can show them who I really am
And make a difference in this world
They think living life means just getting through one day at a time
But that’s not living
I think every day should count, it’s what you do that matters
So make the most of it
I’m going to live each day
Reflecting God through what I do
I’m gonna turn the world upside down
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December 20, 2008
Is church really that important?
One of the bloggers I love to read is a guy named Perry Noble. He recently answered the question, Is Church Really That Important?. Read his points slowly and ask yourself, what do you really think about the Church?
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December 19, 2008
Star Breather
Ashley Haley, is one of of our amazing junior high students, and is an incredible singer, writer, and poet. Our junior high retreat really effected her and she wrote a poem called Star Breather. She gave me permission to post it on my blog. I am so excited to see what God is doing in Ashley and the the junior high ministry.
Star Breather
The universe screams silently the evidence
That we, being the wretches we are,
Seem to miss completely.
It’s plainly clear in every star,
Our Master’s handiwork.
Never beginning, never ending,
The Lord of time has shown
That each and every rapid we’ve overcome
Is a time that we have grown.
All the while we ask for strength.
They put on the mask, play the game.
The display their feigned facade,
Thinking they’re fooling the ones who care,
But they don’t deceive the all-knowing God.
I pray that they turn from their ways.
-Ashleigh Haley
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December 19, 2008
Ice Ice Baby
Yes, Vanilla Ice’s one hit wonder, “Ice Ice Baby” is in my head this morning. Freezing rain came down all night and coated everything with a dangerous layer of ice. Yes, it’s beautiful. And yes, it can be deadly. It took an hour to de-ice my car and, as I did, I listened to the tree limbs cracking and falling all over my neighborhood. The drive into to the church was slow and slippery. I’ve heard that parts of Pontiac does not have power.
The temps should hold steady, slightly above freezing, this morning which will cause some melting. Then, the bottom will fall out again and everything will re-freeze. For this reason…
The 2008 College Fellowship planning for tonight has been postponed. We will have this event Sunday, December 28 from 6-9 at the church.
Stay inside. Stay warm and safe. And don’t blame me if Ice Ice Baby is in your head the rest of the day!
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December 18, 2008
Mr. Bean’s Christmas
This guy is hilarious! He seems to be self-entertaining. I wonder why I like him so much.
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December 17, 2008
Family Man
Watch this video. This is my journey. I even traded the “Mustang for the Mini-Van.” And as the thunder clouds threaten, I affirm to Maxine and the boys that I am, and always be a “Family Man.”
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December 16, 2008
X Games 2008
The snow didn’t slow the boys down a bit. Here they are practicing for the X-Games.
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December 15, 2008
Sleep - it does a body good!
Anyone who works with teenagers knows this article is right on the money!
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