Beverly Joy Roberts

One more day and 2015 will be history.  That means it's resolution time!  Now, what shall I endeavor to accomplish, change, improve, or remove from my life in 2016?   My husband, who is a pastor, is forever challenging people to memorize scripture.  When he was a youth pastor (about 100 years ago) he did this activity with the students.  He put them in small groups and told them they were going to outer space. (Yes, that's the kind of stuff youth pastor's did in the 1970's.)  He instructed the teams to choose a leader and each team member was allowed to bring one item on the trip to ensure their survival.  He gave the teams a few minutes to strategize.  Then he went around the room and had each group share what they were bringing.  Usually, at least one group would remember their spiritual wellbeing and include a Bible.    Following that part of the activity, he then told everyone that their Bibles were confiscated.  Then he give them 15 minutes to work toge

Peace—perfect peace—peace on earth.  It’s what we all long for.  While most of us live at peace with those around us, the current news tells us that our world is far from a peaceful place.  On a daily basis we may see, hear, and feel the condition of this sinful world pressing in--bringing with it a fear that swallows peace. Good News:  Even when war is raging—peace on earth is available to the Believer.  In John 14:27 Jesus said:  “I leave you peace. It is my own peace I give you. I give you peace in a different way than the world does. So don’t be troubled. Don’t be afraid.” I love what Jesus says here, “It is my own peace I give you.”  The peace Jesus is talking about is not perfect tranquility or the removal of all heartache from our lives.  The struggle for peace that Mankind faces is a lack of peace with God because of sin.  The peace that Jesus gives—brings us into right harmony with God, and harmony with God brings peace.  Next time you feel your peace vanishing r

Many years ago, when our youngest son was about seven, he yelled for me to come.  Normally, I would have yelled back something like, “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Or “You come here.”  However, this time, I could hear in the tone of his voice that he had made a  discovery worthy of the Nobel Prize.  When I arrived I found him sitting with a book open on his lap.  His finger was tapping on a picture in the book.  With his face full of wonder he spoke. “Mom, you are never gonna believe this—there’s a picture of a guy in this book and he looks just like Dad.”  He paused for effect.  Then gave me the zinger, “AND HIS NAME IS BOB ROBERTS.” (his dad’s name)   I looked at the book he was holding.  It was my husband’s college yearbook.  My son had made an amazing discovery and this kind of information was meant to be shared!     With Christmas days away, this story of our sweet boy made me thing of another proclamation that had to be shared.  Luke 2:8-15 (NIV) And there were shepherd

In the early 1980’s we accepted our first position as senior pastors at a small church in northern Michigan.  Those four years were rich in relationships and pastoral experiences.  However, our first Christmas there, things were financially tight.  A charitable agency reached out to us with a gift card for $60.  It seemed like a million dollars when we went shopping.  Since then our financial situation has vastly improved, still I am reminded of the kindness of that origination whenever I enter a store during the holiday season.  You would think, that when kindness is shown to a person—the automatic response would be to pay it forward.  Sad to say, it ain’t so.  In my adult life I have experienced an abundance of kindness and generosity, but I’ve not always responded in kind.  A few years ago, someone I respect told me about a decision he and his wife made to never ask—To Give or Not To Give.  The decision for them would always be—to GIVE.  There is a story about a man who con

There are two things that I love to do; tell stories about my amazing children and tell stories about my amazing grandchildren.  Last week, I read a post on FB from my daughter-in-law about one of my grandsons.  He’s six and quite brilliant.  I have a total of eight crazy-adorable little people that call me Grandma.  This particular grandson lives half way around the world.  Here is what the FB post said, “Jesus is so powerful he made God be his dad.”  It’s a direct quote from grandkid #3.  I love it!  See—amazing right!  Although his theology isn’t perfect, his reality is awesome.  It does this grandma’s heart good to hear that he is thinking about Jesus.  His concepts of who Jesus is are being built daily.  His Jesus is all-powerful.  It made me wonder—how powerful is my Jesus?  What can HE do?  Can he heal the brokenhearted and set the captive free?  Yes, he can! Can he restore what the locusts have eaten? Seen this first hand! Is he the balm in Gilead?  You bet!

Scars, I’m loaded with them.  I can tell you the story of each one.  One that is especially memorable is on my left forearm.  I was installing vinyl tiles at our cabin.  (…and Praise God we sold that money pit.)   I was on the last tile and sliced into my arm with the box cutter.  A few hours later I had four stitches and a scar.  In 2nd grade I skipped school—Yes, I skipped school in the second grade.  I was a bit of a handful.  When I opened the storm door a gust of wind caught it.  I put my left hand up to stop the door.  My arm broke through the glass up to my elbow.  There was blood, lots of blood.  Lesson learned:  Don’t use your hand to stop fast moving glass.   Remember I was in the 2nd grade and cleaver enough to cut classes.  Most of us carry scars on our body and like me you can recall all the details.  You see the scars and think, oh yeah, that was when—blah, blah, blah happened.  Some scars are visible, but others are hidden deep within, too painful to share.  So,

I finished my leaf raking about a week ago.  Well, actually it’s not finished, but I’m done.  The next day I looked out the window at the nearly leafless backyard and a sigh of satisfaction escaped my lips.  That feeling was relatively short lived when reality set in—it’s all com’n back. But first spring will come and along with that my other yard enemy—weeds in the flowerbed.  How I detest them!  I’m ashamed to admit some weeds have actually grown up to 3 feet tall.  I was under the allusion that they were blending in—almost unnoticeable.  For years, I weeded the garden pulling up the weeds the best I could and if the root would snap off so be it.  The ugly part was gone and everything was lookn’ good.  The weeds were out of sight, mulch down and the perennials were coming up.   I figured, why deal with what was beneath the soil.  Right!   (I apply this principle to house cleaning as well; don’t look in the drawers, closets, or under the beds.) The truth is I’ve been working

In the 10th grade I had a friend that was such an encourager.  I remember the first day we meet she came from across the school lobby towards me with a huge smile on her face.  She pointed at the pin on my coat and said, “Me too!”  I looked down and remembered the button on my lapel that was a heart with the words “Jesus Lives Here!”  Excitedly she repeated… “Me too!”  Then she asked me if I was a Christian.  This was the beginning of a two year friendship that was richly rewarding to me.  God had gifted this young lady with a joyful personality and an overflowing love for the Lord and people.  She spoke with such a contagious enthusiasm about the Lord and how it was a privilege to serve him—in high school.  She loved the Lord and wasn’t ashamed who knew.   The Lord had changed her life and she freely and passionately wanted others to know the secret to eternal life.  I was a better person for having her in my life for those two years.     I Thessalonians 5:11 (The Message) “…

4 When he finished teaching, he said to Simon, "Push out into deep water and let your nets out for a catch."   5 Simon said, "Master, we've been fishing hard all night and haven't caught even a minnow.  But if you say so, I'll let out the nets." 6 It was no sooner said than done—a huge haul of fish,  straining the nets past capacity.  Luke 5:4-6 I was reading a new devotional book recently and the passage for the day was Luke 5:1-11.  This is the story about Jesus teaching from the shoreline and then he directs Simon Peter to cast off from shore and go fishing.  Simon’s response is interesting.  He first tells Jesus the obvious.  I’ll paraphrase, “We’ve been out there fishing all night and haven’t caught a thing.”  In our walk with the Lord many believers STOP here!  After the Lord leads and directs us—we in turn give Him our best argument as to why we shouldn’t do what He is directing us to do. Simon had his argument ready.  He knew the a

Years ago, I worked in a Childcare teaching the little ones music.  Sometimes while singing or playing instruments we would jump, stomp, crawl, twirl, skip, or march.  One time during a marching around songs we were swinging our arms, and one little four year old boy accidentally bumped heads with another boy.  I saw it unfold right before my eyes and anticipated that things were going to turn ugly quickly.  I could not have testified in a court of law whose fault it was.  The boys each stopped grabbed their heads and looked at each other.  The looks on their faces were priceless.  Do I cry?  Am I mad?  Did he hit me on purpose?  Did I hit him?  Then suddenly one blurts out. “I’m sorry!  Are you okay?”  Immediately they resumed their marching, swinging their arms and singing.  Everything hung in the balance for about five seconds.  It was no ones fault.  It was an accident.  What could have been tears and the demise of music class for both boys turned out to be a few second in

When I was a teenager I loved to write little quotes in my Bible.  Every blank page was filled with youthful collection of meaningful nuggets, sermon notes, or memorable poems.  In the many years since my youth I have often wished I could read some of those poems and quotes that still linger in my fading memory.  These little gems will surface every once in awhile and make for a perfect illustration.      One of the quotes I can quickly recall I first jotted down over forty years ago in my Bible:   “A cup full of sweet water no matter how violently shaken can only spill out sweet water.”  Jesus said it another way, “Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” I can recall a little too quickly a few times in my life when the water that spilled out of my cup was anything but sweet.  Still, I am ever thankful for the gentle working of the Holy Spirit in my life to cultivate and work the fallowed ground.   On the turbulent days when our cup gets bumped frequently l