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One day, a neighbour came by to hang out with Joel, and Amos—compelled by his love for guests—welcomed her with jangling props and a...

One evening I came home feeling like a wreck. Amos would waddle over like a puckish little pixie and say hello and hug my legs. And he...

My wife and I had our fair share of fretting and frustrations, and even as I write they haggled us and would keep on haggling us for as...

A recent sermon had me reflecting on what happened. In April 2014 Amos developed pneumonia when he drank milk into his lungs. We had been...

Not everyone is born into greatness. It’s easy for us to acknowledge the fact that we’re not cut out for big things. But most people want...