How do you know God is real? In the emotionally charged, fire-filled faith in which Addie Zierman grew up, the answer to this question was simple: because you've felt him.
Now, at age 30, she feels nothing. Just the darkness pressing in. Just the winter cold. Just a buzzing silence where God's voice used to be. So she loads her two small children into the minivan one February afternoon and heads south in a last-ditch effort to find the light.
In her second memoir, Night Driving, Zierman powerfully explores the gap between our sunny faith fictions and a God who often seems hidden and silent.
Against the backdrop of rushing interstates, strangers' hospitality, gas station coffee, and screaming children, Zierman stumbles toward a faith that makes room for doubt, disappointment, and darkness...and learns that sometimes you have to run away to find your way home.
What members say
I nearly devoured Addie's first memoir, "When we were on Fire", and was thrilled to read "Night Driving." Addie has a way of describing herself in terms both exacting and accepting, in ways I found both self-aware and self-absorbed. But having grown up in a similar religious environment as Addie (though mine was partly by choice), I understood much of Addie's thoughts and feelings.
It's a beautiful journey, by turns hopeful and hopeless, angry and joyful. Addie is, as we all are, a work in progress.
As with "When we were on Fire", the narrator is a perfect choice, with her voice both light and angsty.
Well worth your time and credit if you're interested in the continuation of Addie's story specifically or faith journeys in general.