By Marlene Evans

This booklet was published as a result of a statement and a decision Mrs. Evans made when she was given a less-than-optimistic cancer report. Realizing that no one knows the amount of time he or she will live, Mrs. Evans decided to live life to the fullest until God called her Home. Learn More

by Marlene Evans

In 1982 Marlene Evans was first diagnosed with cancer. She chose to treat the cancer with everything modern medicine had to offer. Though some might have felt she was cured, she said, "I don’t trust cancer." The cancer did raise its ugly head again in 1994. The medical world felt her time would be limited. While she once again chose to take chemotherapy, she also complemented the chemotherapy with some alternative medications and diet changes. She responded so well that she was able to take a trip to see her children and grandchildren on the mission field in Papua New Guinea! She returned from that trip with a notebook full of scrawled notes, many stories, more friends, and stacks of photographs. This poignant bird’s-eye view into life on the mission field, seen through the eyes of a mother, will capture the heart of every reader.
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By Dr. Jack Hyles

This is a chance to take a peek at some of the mail that Dr. Hyles received and the answers he wrote. Here are a few of the subjects covered in the book: Salvation, Baptism, Christian Behavior, Bible Prophecy, etc. There is a total of 17 chapters covering a wide variety of subjects that will inspire, convict, and delight your soul. Learn More

By Dr. Jack Hyles

For years Dr. Hyles had communed with himself with poetry, but he dared not let others read it. He had all the problems of poetry solved except the meter, the rhyme, and the words-which means that he had none of the problems of poetry solved. To be quite frank, he was embarrassed even to take it out of his briefcase for fear that even in privacy it might be exposed to that “great cloud of witnesses” which might include Browning and Tennyson and a multitude of others who might break out with spontaneous laughter. These poems do not come from the head of a poet but from the heart of a pastor. Please tiptoe down its paths, and remember that its flowers are grown from sincerity and a desire to be a blessing. Do not be rough with the petals, but enjoy the ones that please you as you read, Please Pardon My Poetry. Learn More