By Stuart Briscoe
The question startled me. She was sitting on the front row. Quiet, respectful, listening intently. But it was her eyes! They held me with the kind of searching wondering, unblinking gaze known only to children in innocence. “How do you stay calm?” she inquired.
“How do I keep calm?” I responded, scrambling for an answer, wondering how I explain in language that an eight-year-old can grasp.
The question was not the only surprise of the morning. I had been invited to talk to a group of a few hundred homeschooled children about “growing up” in wartime England. I explained how World War I had been called “the war to end all wars,” but World War II started little more than twenty years later. I was eight years old at the time.
