I’d led my touring group in Reykjavik, Iceland to visit the city’s renowned cathedral – home to one the world’s largest organs. As I walked from the vestbule and neared the pew closest to the altar,...

The photo was crumpled, its edges worn and dogeared. My fingers brushed over its surface, leaving a faint smear as I scanned the image. An old oak tree stood tall, and there, hanging from a sturdy limb,...