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Gary M. Roberts ~ The Male Factor
Gary M. Roberts ~ The Male Factor
A guide to assist in better understanding of the book of Revelation by an overall view of the makeup and message of the book, along with an explanation of some of the keys to its understanding. Verse by verse using New King James text.
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This is a MUST READ book for the serious Bible Student. Dr. Roberts writes with a knowledge and style that makes the book of Revelation come alive with understanding. - S. Hutchings
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This is a MUST READ book for the serious Bible Student. Dr. Roberts writes with a knowledge and style that makes the book of Revelation come alive with understanding. - S. Hutchings
A Quick Guide To The Book Of Revelation
By Gary, M. Roberts
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By Gary, M. Roberts
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Excerpt from The Male Factor
Chapter 6, page 134
Chapter 6, page 134
Most of the shops had been ransacked at the intersection. Glass storefronts were broken out and doors beaten in. Becky could only imagine what must have been going on throughout the world during the first few days of the virus. Panic must have been overwhelming.
The grocery store was missing one of its front windows and several women were working on replacing it with plywood. Guards stood close to ensure there would be no more looting.
Becky chose a side of the building to stand where she would be visible without being in the way. She was only standing for a minute or so when one of the guards approached her.
“The store won’t be open until tomorrow,” she said in a very business-like tone.
“Oh, I’m not here to shop. I’m meeting someone.”
“Okay, just don’t get in the way.” The guard looked her over for a moment. “You know, you look like a nice girl. If you need a place to stay or anything, let me know.”
Becky smiled. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”
She had been waiting almost exactly thirty minutes when saw Mrs. Greenwood walking across the parking lot toward her. Rather than stop, she motioned with her head for Becky to follow her. Becky followed and they walked between the grocery store and a hardware store to a laundromat that was closed. Mrs.Greenwood stopped at the door and made a quick glance around before opening it with a key.
“I got the key from the owner,” she said, answering Becky’s unasked question. “She’s a dear old lady who will anything for my husband.”
They entered the laundromat and Mrs. Greenwood led them to a backroom which had once been used as an employee break room. It had a small café type round table and two chairs against the wall. Mrs. Greenwood sat down and motioned for Becky to do the same.
“Has Catherine Martin talked to you yet?”
“You mean the judge? Yeah, she talked to me. She told me how she was going to hold Ray for his protection.”
“Yeah, and she’s holding my husband, John, too.”
“He’s alive?”
“Oh, yes. And being held in the complex with the doctor.”
“Have you got to see him?”
The older woman shook her head. “No way that woman is going to let me see John. She actually wants me to leave town. She came all around telling me that if I didn’t something could happen to me.”
Becky was silent for a moment. “Are there any other women who are on your side?”
Carol Greenwood laughed quietly. “No, other than old Mrs. Pringle. She’s the lady that owns this laundromat. The other women have no reason to side with me. I’m the only one who still has a husband. Actually they would rather see me out of the picture.”
“So, what can we do? Ray isn’t my husband, or even my boyfriend, but I can’t leave him here as some sort of prisoner. This whole situation is wrong.”
“I’m working on something. Has Martin said when she will talk with you again?”
“No. I’ve been trying to see her, but she’s ignoring me.”
“She will. Sooner or later she is going to ask you to join with her or leave. Truth is, she would like nothing better than for both of us to leave town. When you talk to her, tell her that is exactly what we are going to do.”
“Leave town?”
“Exactly.”
After they split up, Becky started walking down the main highway toward the edge of town . She wasn’t sure if anyone was going to object, but she was going to try and get to a place that had been on her mind for some time. She wanted to go see about the Jenkins farm, which was about a mile outside of town. Her main concern was for the animals there, but she was also curious as to what happened to the owners.
Old Mr. Jenkins lived there with his two boys and a farm full of animals. Becky knew all of their horses by name, having spent more than a few afternoons riding with Mr. Jenkins’ younger son, Carl. Although Carl was two years younger than Becky, they spent a lot of time together and there were some, including her grandparents, who wondered if they would ever become a couple. Everybody thought that, except Carl and Becky of course.
Having spent so much time at the Jenkins farm, Becky knew they kept a lot of their animals, such as hogs and chickens, in small pens. Without food, those animals wouldn’t last more than a few days. While she couldn’t help every animal in need, Becky resolved that she would help those she could. Besides, it beat sitting around town all day waiting to talk to the judge.
When she arrived at the Jenkins farm, things looked pretty much normal; that is for the Jenkins. The big two-story ranch-style house had always been a little different with its wrap-around porches and clap-board siding. The house stood out even among farm houses. The living room of the big house looked more like the main room of a ski chalet with its brick floors, high beam ceilings and wall-size fireplace. Becky always wondered why they had such a big fireplace in the south. They only got to use it maybe two months out of the year.
The front door was open, but that wasn’t unusual either for them. Becky knocked several times on the door and called out, but there was no answer. Following the porch around to the back door, she found it open as well and she tried knocking again. When there was no answer she opened the screen door and stepped into the kitchen. Everything looked to be in order. There were a few dishes in the dish drainer that had been washed, but other than that, everything else was in its place.
Following the hall, Becky slowly began checking the rest of the house, calling out as she went. The living room with the giant fireplace was empty, along with the dining room. Going up the stairs, she started having an eerie feeling and almost turned around, but she wanted to know. The master bedroom was empty as well as Carl’s. That left her with only Carl’s older brother, Ben’s room to check.
Ben was five years older than Carl, but he was considered a little slow. He never finished high school and even dropped out of trade school. He was a nice enough guy, but he just lacked the judgment of other folks. Even his father would tell you that Ben wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
Ben’s bedroom door was closed, but it wasn’t locked, which was a relief to Becky. She would have most likely just turned around and left had it been locked from the inside. With a light shove on the door it swung open, and Becky was hit with a foul smell. Her first thought was of the Jenkins’ dog. The poor thing had probably gotten closed up in the room and starved to death. She started to leave, but decided to check anyway.
The bed was unmade as was normal for Ben. He just didn’t do a lot of cleaning. Following her nose and her instincts, Becky bypassed the closet and went to the bathroom. Shoving the door, open she shuddered and gagged at the sight before her. Mr. Jenkins’ older son, Ben had been sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles when he died.
The grocery store was missing one of its front windows and several women were working on replacing it with plywood. Guards stood close to ensure there would be no more looting.
Becky chose a side of the building to stand where she would be visible without being in the way. She was only standing for a minute or so when one of the guards approached her.
“The store won’t be open until tomorrow,” she said in a very business-like tone.
“Oh, I’m not here to shop. I’m meeting someone.”
“Okay, just don’t get in the way.” The guard looked her over for a moment. “You know, you look like a nice girl. If you need a place to stay or anything, let me know.”
Becky smiled. “Thanks, I’ll do that.”
She had been waiting almost exactly thirty minutes when saw Mrs. Greenwood walking across the parking lot toward her. Rather than stop, she motioned with her head for Becky to follow her. Becky followed and they walked between the grocery store and a hardware store to a laundromat that was closed. Mrs.Greenwood stopped at the door and made a quick glance around before opening it with a key.
“I got the key from the owner,” she said, answering Becky’s unasked question. “She’s a dear old lady who will anything for my husband.”
They entered the laundromat and Mrs. Greenwood led them to a backroom which had once been used as an employee break room. It had a small café type round table and two chairs against the wall. Mrs. Greenwood sat down and motioned for Becky to do the same.
“Has Catherine Martin talked to you yet?”
“You mean the judge? Yeah, she talked to me. She told me how she was going to hold Ray for his protection.”
“Yeah, and she’s holding my husband, John, too.”
“He’s alive?”
“Oh, yes. And being held in the complex with the doctor.”
“Have you got to see him?”
The older woman shook her head. “No way that woman is going to let me see John. She actually wants me to leave town. She came all around telling me that if I didn’t something could happen to me.”
Becky was silent for a moment. “Are there any other women who are on your side?”
Carol Greenwood laughed quietly. “No, other than old Mrs. Pringle. She’s the lady that owns this laundromat. The other women have no reason to side with me. I’m the only one who still has a husband. Actually they would rather see me out of the picture.”
“So, what can we do? Ray isn’t my husband, or even my boyfriend, but I can’t leave him here as some sort of prisoner. This whole situation is wrong.”
“I’m working on something. Has Martin said when she will talk with you again?”
“No. I’ve been trying to see her, but she’s ignoring me.”
“She will. Sooner or later she is going to ask you to join with her or leave. Truth is, she would like nothing better than for both of us to leave town. When you talk to her, tell her that is exactly what we are going to do.”
“Leave town?”
“Exactly.”
After they split up, Becky started walking down the main highway toward the edge of town . She wasn’t sure if anyone was going to object, but she was going to try and get to a place that had been on her mind for some time. She wanted to go see about the Jenkins farm, which was about a mile outside of town. Her main concern was for the animals there, but she was also curious as to what happened to the owners.
Old Mr. Jenkins lived there with his two boys and a farm full of animals. Becky knew all of their horses by name, having spent more than a few afternoons riding with Mr. Jenkins’ younger son, Carl. Although Carl was two years younger than Becky, they spent a lot of time together and there were some, including her grandparents, who wondered if they would ever become a couple. Everybody thought that, except Carl and Becky of course.
Having spent so much time at the Jenkins farm, Becky knew they kept a lot of their animals, such as hogs and chickens, in small pens. Without food, those animals wouldn’t last more than a few days. While she couldn’t help every animal in need, Becky resolved that she would help those she could. Besides, it beat sitting around town all day waiting to talk to the judge.
When she arrived at the Jenkins farm, things looked pretty much normal; that is for the Jenkins. The big two-story ranch-style house had always been a little different with its wrap-around porches and clap-board siding. The house stood out even among farm houses. The living room of the big house looked more like the main room of a ski chalet with its brick floors, high beam ceilings and wall-size fireplace. Becky always wondered why they had such a big fireplace in the south. They only got to use it maybe two months out of the year.
The front door was open, but that wasn’t unusual either for them. Becky knocked several times on the door and called out, but there was no answer. Following the porch around to the back door, she found it open as well and she tried knocking again. When there was no answer she opened the screen door and stepped into the kitchen. Everything looked to be in order. There were a few dishes in the dish drainer that had been washed, but other than that, everything else was in its place.
Following the hall, Becky slowly began checking the rest of the house, calling out as she went. The living room with the giant fireplace was empty, along with the dining room. Going up the stairs, she started having an eerie feeling and almost turned around, but she wanted to know. The master bedroom was empty as well as Carl’s. That left her with only Carl’s older brother, Ben’s room to check.
Ben was five years older than Carl, but he was considered a little slow. He never finished high school and even dropped out of trade school. He was a nice enough guy, but he just lacked the judgment of other folks. Even his father would tell you that Ben wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
Ben’s bedroom door was closed, but it wasn’t locked, which was a relief to Becky. She would have most likely just turned around and left had it been locked from the inside. With a light shove on the door it swung open, and Becky was hit with a foul smell. Her first thought was of the Jenkins’ dog. The poor thing had probably gotten closed up in the room and starved to death. She started to leave, but decided to check anyway.
The bed was unmade as was normal for Ben. He just didn’t do a lot of cleaning. Following her nose and her instincts, Becky bypassed the closet and went to the bathroom. Shoving the door, open she shuddered and gagged at the sight before her. Mr. Jenkins’ older son, Ben had been sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles when he died.
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