Justin Bieber . . . You Won’t be Disappointed

What influence can one person have? How quickly can it change? He change? I share these thoughts from December 2012 with a December 2013 afternote: I’m sorry to say, much has changed in the outward behavior of Justin Bieber. I digress and sorry to say too that he has too. But read and learn . . . 

So how is it that my granddaughter Elizabeth–almost seven–only asked Santa for one thing . . . tickets to the Justin Bieber concert! E is one persistent child, nature and nurture have both embedded into her small frame. All she wanted for Christmas was tickets to see her Justin Bieber, making mention of nothing else when she wrote her letter to Santa.

Then in mid-December Elizabeth received an official face-to-face video sent from the North Pole, featuring Santa himself. My daughter Ari sent me the link, and I also watched this true to form Santa in action. With a heavy white beard that covered his lips, Santa used Elizabeth’s name throughout his conversation. He even walked into his library and pointed to a leather bound book with her name trailing down the spine. According to this book, E. was on the good list. Her eyes widened.

Ending in his workshop, Santa pulled up a green tablecloth on the workbench, peeked under it and then smiled into the camera. In his deep rich but gentle voice, he said, “Elizabeth, you will not be disappointed.”

When E. heard this, she gasped and excitedly said, “Mom! Santa said I’m getting Justin Bieber tickets!”

Ari was confused. “Did Santa say that?”

“Yes, Mom. He said, ‘You will not be disappointed.’”

And so it goes with a child and her faith.

That next Saturday, they went to a Christmas party with what had to be the real Santa in attendance. Powdery face, rosy cheeks, and pounds of perception, Santa had every child convinced except for one.

“So Santa, why don’t you have your reindeers with you?” the boy asked.

“Why would I! It’s deer season in these parts!” Santa answered. Everyone agreed, validating the man in the red suit’s authenticity.

When Ari set her sleeping seven-month old in Santa’s arms, Santa too fell asleep momentarily for a perfect picture of peace.

Next when Elizabeth sat in his lap, Santa looked at her with concern and asked, “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes, why?” E asked.

“It looks like you might have a little fever  . . . Beiber Fever.”

E.’s head jerked around and with wide eyes, she looked into his.

He nodded and E knew her request for tickets to the Justin Bieber concert would be under the tree Christmas morning.

Before Santa told the children good-bye, he reminded them that Christmas wasn’t about him or the gifts they received. Christmas was all about Jesus and his birth, life and death. (See the key/ gift, he gave them with the poem*.)

Sure enough, on Christmas morning four tickets were under the tree. E called me to tell me and then asked if I’d join her with her mother and eleven-year-old brother, W.C.

I was honored, but should I mention I didn’t know one Justin Bieber song? All I knew was JB was a good kid who was idolized by girls, young and old. And many of those girls were at the Verizon Arena in masses Thursday night. Smattered about in our section I counted three fathers, one brave boyfriend an aisle over and E’s brother, WC. And for all concerned, the economy looked rock solid with hordes of girls and women buying $3 KitKats and $35 t-shirts.

I learned a lot that night, mostly being that Justin Bieber is a surprisingly multi-talented young man. He plays the guitar, drums and piano and can dance up a storm.

“No wonder he stays so skinny,” Ari shouted over the kids to me. Yes, he could even lead some fitness classes–a twenty-first century Richard Simmons perhaps when his songs run-out.

And yet, even with all the dazzle of lights, choreography and upbeat music, JB had a message that corresponded with his Believe Tour: be yourself and work hard to make your dreams come true. He said it several times in case the screaming girls weren’t really hearing him.

And I’m sure it was only heard by those who had ears to hear.

Throughout his performance, Elizabeth sang a few of his songs and then rested in my lap and finally onto her mother’s. E seemed content watching her JB light beamer change colors in the dark.

And certainly it was an event for both E and W.C. and one even Ari and I will remember–maybe more so about the pizza before, figuring out the parking and which long line to stand in, resulting in the time we all spent together.

Elizabeth has figured Santa proved to give her what she asked.

Consequently, she did raise a perceptive question to her mother recently.

“Mom, are all those mall Santas for real?”

“No, they’re just Santa’s helpers since he can’t be everywhere before the holidays.”

“I didn’t think so. Because in every picture with Santa, he looks different.”

Persistent and perceptive.

Which got me thinking about God and how we perceive Him. Some envision God as Poseidon-like, the Greek god of the sea, usually illustrated as an older male with silver hair and beard who easily angered blows death-defying waves into the paths of whomever he pleases. Many friends and loved ones grew up believing God to be more of a dictator with a pointing finger, waiting just to pounce the minute they did something wrong. And I don’t believe those many mall gods are considered God’s helpers. They’re more like detractors. And shouldn’t we know that?

I have mostly envisioned God as a loving father, extending His arms about me and encouraging me forward.

But lately I’ve wondered, if even for a second.

For instance, after I got back into town from the concert last week, Bill and I were shocked to hear that a greatly loved and respected friend, minister and Bible scholar had died of a massive heart attack.  I ached fiercely for his wife Barbara, his high school sweetheart and wife of 38 years. Being my age, they still seemed so young, too young.

And so it is with the ending of a life, the end of a Believe Tour per se,  not only do we question God, but we also question about God and why some die of cancer and some don’t, why children are abused, why many die before their lives are complete. And how does He decide complete?

In this case, it had us wondering why a man like Ken who had spent his adult life devoted to serving the Lord as a minister and a professor, as a husband, a father and a grandfather not live to be 80 or 90? It’s not like he’d been sick. He was playing racquetball at the time. He was fit and disciplined, and ultimately his gain in heaven left huge holes here on earth.

Having been saved as a teenager as a result of neighborhood canvassing and someone stopping at his door, Ken used his intelligence to obtain his doctorate at the University of St Andrews in Scotland. As a result, Ken has left a legacy of changing hearts and minds through his sermons at Downtown Church and lectures at HU. We have to love that his former students have shared recently how Dr. Neller set an example that the essential qualities of their studies shouldn’t result in hefty words of academia. Dr Neller filtered it through his humble spirit into relevance and simplicity for all to hear the Gospel of Christ.

After his funeral Sunday, as Bill and I absorbed the impact of his loss for his family and community, Bill remarked, “I think there will be a better heaven for Ken than for me.”

Upon some thought he added, “I don’t know how I’ll even know that. For the blessing of being in heaven will be all-encompassing. How can I envy someone else’s mansion? I’m in heaven.”

Mostly this week what we are reminded of is the fragility of our lives, even as we ask, “How is it we can best honor God for all He has blessed us with and in whatever arena we are placed?”

It all circles back to where our eyes should be focused: not on this life, but on His eternal life.  And doesn’t Ken’s life, as well as others who we miss, exemplify the beauty of living each day to the fullest, to the delight of the Father? In turn, with hearts purified we offer our days, not in doing good works to build points for the best mansion in heaven, but because we love being a good child to an amazing Father who created us with design and purpose. It’s ultimately about our deepening relationship with Him.

Somewhere, somehow, even in our purpose and passion, we can get off track thinking it’s in our strength.

The night we learned of Ken’s passing, I had a dream. In it I was at a convention with two friends, Amy and Linda. Somehow I found out there was going to be a special painting workshop for artists, and so the three of us started getting ready to attend it. When they announced the workshop was by special invitation only, they then announced Amy’s and Linda’s names, but not mine.

When I awoke, I reflected on it, thinking maybe I wasn’t worthy enough to be asked, dedicated enough. Or maybe I was unprepared (like the virgins and the lamp oil). Or maybe it simply wasn’t my season.

I emailed Amy and Linda and asked them their thoughts. Amy responded with “I’m not a big art fan, so I’d probably give you my ticket. ;-)”

I laughed when I first read her response. Then I thought, “But I couldn’t take her ticket because I didn’t earn it.” That’s when I had an ah-ha moment, realizing that idea of our continually earning that acceptance into heaven.

It might have been while we were obtaining a strong work ethic, we learned to respect our “earning power” for everything.

Maybe that’s why it is only by His Spirit and His Word we can actually fathom “For it is by grace you have been savedthrough faith–and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God–not by works, so that no one can boast. For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (Ephesians 2: 8-10)

We each have a plan and a purpose, and many of us saw that plan lived out in Ken’s life of love for the Lord. God’s Word promises “You have made known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.” (Be sure to read Psalm 16 in its entirety and its personal message for you.)

Envision God with a gentle smile, seeing your name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life. With twinkling eyes delighting in those who live for Him and unto Him, hear Him say, “You will not be disappointed.”

So it was when I attended a pop concert (January 2013) and realized firsthand the great influence an eighteen-year-old boy has over hundreds of thousands (possibly even millions) of young girls and teenagers. Now at nineteen, I ache for his mistakes. He has so much potential and now he has a choice. 

To live a life of influence is one thing. To live a life of eternal influence is the thing.

This post is in hopes of helping us figure it out, figure us out, and ultimately rejoice in God’s plan for man and woman.

*Santa gave the children at the party a key to hang on the front door with the words that invited Santa in: Thank you for coming to our house tonight. We are celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ. Thank you, Santa, for the gifts you bring. Thank you, Lord Jesus, for Everything!

Book Giveawayjust in time for Christmas–Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Dating Game! All you have to do is like or comment on my blog, Facebook page or in my email to enter. Two names will be drawn on December 20th. My story “No More Keep Away” is included and is about the first day I met my husband Bill–an amazing way how God truly navigated our meeting. Whether you’re married or considering it, the stories will hopefully inspire you to strengthen and enliven this lifelong relationship. It also makes a great gift and stocking stuffer.

Tattered Butterflies–Part 2

“Find something worth defending. [Then] you remember there’s something that the darkness couldn’t take from you.”

Fred Thursday in PBS’s Endeavor: Fugue on Masterpiece Mystery

 Beginning in January a new page will be added to this blogsite:

Let me explain:

Last month, I shared an experience about when I found a butterfly in our sunroom, resting on a ledge. The rim’s invisible killer–insecticide sprayed to kill horseflies and wasps–had absorbed into this beautiful being. I never meant for a butterfly to die.

Once I held this delicate winged wisp in my hands, I noticed how tattered it was.

There’s no way, I decide, it will ever fly again.

This resilient butterfly proved me wrong! And gratefully so. It just needed to be pulled away from the poison. Maybe, it even needed my prayer.



The wings heightened slowly, just barely. Eventually, it lifted off into flight, choosing to soar across the brick patio, over the prim row of fuchsia azaleas, through the covering of sycamores and cedars, out into the expanse of the lake, with the serrated wings like eagles.

And now I know tattered butterflies can fly; they do fly. 

Since last month’s post, I have had some responses. One beautiful woman asked, “Could I use your tattered butterfly name? I relate to it so much more than being a cracked pot!”

She also grasped hold of my allusion to

“But those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

Isaiah 40:31

But you see, there are so many of us hurting alone, not wanting to bother others with our brokeness, the ugly depths of our pain. But frankly, for me at least, time didn’t heal all wounds. It’s what we do with that time that offers sweet results.

So for every man and woman who hurts, who has been shredded by life events, poisoned by disease and death’s effects, you can be encouraged online: 

The Tattered Butterfly League


for those winging it,

in spite of life’s pinking shears

that tore and wore into your life-threads.

For it’s in realizing our frailties we can pump in clean air with its fresh life and love that others can offer through an inspiring word. Those words help hold our arms up in the battle.

Why a league?

Because a league forms allies, it joins forces, it unites and bands together. A league combines and amalgamates.

A league 1 |lēg| noun is defined as

1 a collection of people, countries, or groups that combine for a particular purpose, typically mutual protection or cooperation.

2 a class or category of quality or excellence.

Our purpose is to build up one another because our excellence comes from the nectar of God’s Word, His unconditional love and His eternal hope. It’s not a huge thing to do. Simply sign on and click the Tattered Butterflies Page. Comment (anonymously if you like) every now and then and share your good and bad and foggy and froggy. Or simply read others’ comments.

There is so much to you and your individual experience.

We’ll let it be a forum for quotations like Fred Thursday’s above, thoughts you have, a song, a link or YouTube site, and most especially specific scriptures from God’s Word. We need one another to remind us of those verses we don’t know or haven’t remembered.

For instance, one verse I have before me this week is from Zechariah 4:6:

“‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty.”

What verse can you share that is helping you today? What words inspired you when you were wondering if you’d ever fly again, breathe again?

For the comments, you don’t have to list your name. You can note on the comment you’d like to be anonymous (or choose a another name) and I will retype your message before it is published.

Also, as one man noted–“I can’t imagine myself as butterfly, more like the caterpillar.”– think then, about our being a League of Eagles, just in its most fragile and resilient self.

Yet, what better illustration can we use to show our metamorphosis than with the life cycle of a butterfly.  A couple of years ago in my journal, I wrote

Sometimes while walking, I’ve had a butterfly dip right in front of my face. My eyes catch its graceful flight, almost asking me to follow and especially to pay attention to its transformation. So free, and rightly so. Had I been through what it’s been through . . . In a nutshell, or in this case, cocoon, its wormy body was ground into powder and liquid, before it could be remade. Processes, steps, none could be shortchanged for its resulting beauty.

And then I remember, “Oh, wait, that’s what I’ve been through!”

This butterfly actually had to fly into my face, reminding me of the freedom only Christ creates. We’re first created without choice, and then reCreated if we so choose to be.

After that, freedom is ours if we so choose it.

So pray to choose rightly and live lovely lives.

For in You, O Lord, fullness dwells in new life, where tattered butterflies do fly.

Singing in the rain!

Singing in the rain!

17 thoughts on “Justin Bieber . . . You Won’t be Disappointed

  1. Deanna Mills Brooks wrote: Ann, when I read this, I thought of 2 Corinthians 12:9 – But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.


  2. Your added page in January sounds like a wonderful way for people to connect. Ann, your insights are always a joy to read.


    • Before hindsight, I wish we didn’t need to be encouraged bc we had a struggle-free life. But then I suppose we wouldn’t long for heaven in our shallow unchallenged existence, huh! I hope you’ll sign on and share some of your wisdom. With so many children struggling, your experiences are invaluable.


  3. Our God so creatively communicates to us and through us…from butterflies to blogs:) Thank you for having the eyes to see, ears to hear and voice to proclaim Him! May we all.


  4. From mud pies in new school shoes to tattered butterflies you have left me with a smile in my heart! I would like to share with you, and with other tattered butterflies, how God walked with me in an extraordinary way through a very dark time in my memoir, ‘Graffiti On My Soul’, and gave me flight again. Somewhat like a Chicken Soup book on steroids! (check Amazon). Blessings! Johanna


  5. Hello Ms. Ann,

    I hope you are doing well. I am not sure whether or not you are the one who wrote the wonderful story “No more keep away,” from a recently published book for the Chicken Soup for the Soul called ‘The Dating Game.’ The story, however, touched my heart and soothed my soul in a very positive way. Please let me know if you are the same Ann Elizabeth Robertson who wrote the story.

    Happy New Year,
    Hamza Hassan
    Saudi Arabia


      • What a beautiful story you have written, Ann. True love is not something we find, it is something that finds us. You and Matt were completely lost and were finally found by Bill’s true love. Against our wills, God sometimes brings others into our lives for a reason that we might not be able to realize at once. What we call ‘coincidence’ is an extraordinary plan perfectly arranged by Him. He puts the right person in the right place at just the right time for a reason. But His plans are always having positive consequences in our lives. Through Nina, He brought a gentleman into your life to look after you and Matt. He will never abandon us in the middle of the road. May your marital life be full of joy, peace, happiness, and gratitude for what you have…


  6. Hi dearest Ann,

    It has been very long time since we spoke to each other. I hope you are pretty well and your writing job is just fine. I also hope you had a very blessed Easter Season with your loved ones.

    I got the chance to read another impressive story for you that came to me from the same newsletter from which I received the first story. It was about the terrible dream Ari had of the man who was going to kill her and Spicy. God’s Angels are never too distant from us to offer their help, even if they have to visit us in our dreams. God whispers into our ears and speaks to our hearts everyday to get our attention to something good here or something dangerous there. All what we have to do is to have an ear to hear intently to what He is telling us and to follow our instincts and intuition.

    May your holidays always be full of joy, peace, happiness, and gratitude for what you have.

    Be blessed,


    • Hamza, Her dream was an amazing eye-opener! How often through scriptures have we read how God used dreams, but never thought about His using them in the here and now in our lives. I am now a believer. We were protected and I am grateful. It has to make us wonder how often throughout our days and nights our good Father wants to protect us and keep us in His care. Yes, we had a good weekend. However, I hope to celebrate Christ resurrection yearlong. I hope you too have a day, a year, a life, full of joy, peace, and gratitude for all you have.


      • God is amazing, dearest Anne. He is the circle whose center is everywhere and its circumference is nowhere. We should be thankful for each single day we are alive because of our Angels who guard us on a daily basis. The more we celebrate in life, the more there is in life to celebrate.

        Have a blessed weekend with your loved ones.

        All the best,


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