The call came late on a Monday afternoon. From the anxious tone of voice and strained words, I knew his needs were greater than my abilities. Something was drastically wrong.

"Yesterday I visited the Sunday school class you teach. The things you said really touched my heart, and I was wondering if I could talk to you sometime. You see, I've been uneasy since the war."

When I began teaching a large Sunday morning class of single adults, the fear of calls like this one haunted me. It had been a pleasant surprise to find myself involved with a group of healthy people, some of whom were working creatively through the pain of a divorce, the death of a spouse, or the special problems of moving through life unmarried. Of course they had needs - deep, demanding ones. But there was the sense they were coping. The voice on the phone was different.

"I've been very uneasy since the war," he said again.

Uneasy since the war? Which war? Vietnam? Korea? World War II7 My mind raced to paint a picture of the ...