Richard Roberts Bio, Age, Family, Ministry, Books and Quotes

Richard Roberts Biography

Richard Roberts is the chairman and CEO of the Oral Roberts Evangelistic Association and previously served as president of Oral Roberts University for 15 years.

Richard Roberts Age

Roberts was born Richard Lee Roberts on November 12, 1948. He was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, U. S. He is 70 years old as of 2018.

Richard Roberts Family

Roberts is the son of the late Oral and Evelyn Roberts. He is also the grandson of Ellis and Claudius Roberts. He is the nephew of Vaden and Jewel Faust.

Richard Roberts Wife

He married Patti Roberts in 1968. They later divorced and he went on to marry Lindsay Salem in 1980.

Richard Roberts Children

He has six children; Christi, Juli, Richard Oral (deceased 1984), Jordan, Olivia and Chloe

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Richard Roberts Educational Background

He received his bachelor’s degree in communication arts from Oral Roberts University in 1985. He then again received his master’s degree from the Oral Roberts University School of Theology and Missions in 1992 as well as his Doctor of Ministry degree in 2002 from Oral Roberts University.

Richard Roberts Ministry

For more information on Roberts’ ministry, visit oralroberts.com

Richard Roberts Books

A Study of the Impact of the Course, “Charismatic Life and the Healing Ministry,” on Oral Roberts University Undergraduates.
Are Miracles Real?
Claim Your Inheritance
Faith to Try Again
The Joy of the Lord – How to get it and keep it!
If You’re Going Through Hell, Don’t Stop
If You Catch Hell, Don’t Hold It
The Source The Seed The Answer, the Secrets of Seed-Faith
Excelling In Life
He’s a Healing Jesus
He’s the God of a Second Chance
The Unlimited Power Within You
The Good News Is the Bad News Is Wrong!
When it Seems All Hope is Gone
When All Hell Breaks Loose… facing your fiery trials with Faith

Richard Roberts Quotes

“breezed past me towards the cockpit. “I’ll drive.” “Why you?” Wait, shut up, Penny. You’ve got a goose-egg on your forehead and your heart aches. You don’t want to drive! Fortunately, Claire had her answer ready. “Artificially enhanced super reflexes, I’ve been watching Remmy, and I play more flight simulators than you do.” Relieved to be relieved of duty, I sank down in a chair and closed my eyes. The ship lurched, pulling me down for a second, but that meant we were airborne. Or spaceborne. I only felt a gentle tug to one side as we accelerated. Claire was getting the hang of the system. I peeked enough to see the wall towards the back of the ship brighten. Evidence for my theory that Remmy used the push of aetheric rotors to disguise the pull of engine thrust. “Any guesses how I find Europa station?” Claire called out.”

“I’m sick and tired of looking up at my partners. You, me, and her. Let’s be a hero team.” Unbelieving, Psychopomp shook her head. “I can’t be a hero. Do you know what I do?” I gave her shoulders an enthusiastic squeeze. “Yes! You murder boredom and spray coolness everywhere.” “A… hero.” Mish-Mosh hesitated over the word, rolling it around in her thoughts. “That is stopping people who hurt others from being able to hurt?” “Just that, but in a really fun way.”

“was the time to ask him out, if there ever was one. “What time is it?” I said out loud. Penelope Akk, legendary supervillain and absolute romantic failure.”

“got a different table on the other side of the restaurant with her back facing us. She couldn’t fool me. She was videotaping us with her phone. What she thought we would try in a restaurant, I have no idea. When I began to flip through the small, padded menu, Ray said, “Order anything you like. I’m paying.” “You don’t have to,” I said automatically. He looked at me through his fake glasses, and his smile was weird. Too emotional to be Ray, but that kind of was Ray, so much thinking behind a mask of laughter, breaking out in bursts of caring beyond anything I could manage. He reached”

“I gave the black-robed scythe girl a… “What are you doing?” Psychopomp, down on all fours, had her arm stretched under the battered dumpster, digging at Moe’s leg. “Attempting to loot his wallet. The twentieth century holds few employment prospects for an eternal ten-year-old enslaved to feed Death’s scythe.”

“in the woods, Miss,” he explained, “THE woods. The ancient, the original. When you step under the trees and you don’t know the name of the forest or how big it is or where you’re going, that’s where we are now. The woods used to surround Man on all sides. Now, they’re hard to find. This is the breeding ground of fairy tales.”

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