This was a very difficult review for me to write. I had many thoughts on it, and condensing them into a concise review was not as easy as I thought it would be when I started writing!
I really wanted to love this book. I was so ready for another great biography about a Christian that I could admire and aspire to be like. However, all in all, I found myself with more dislikes than likes in this book. Darlene went through some extremely trying circumstances and lived through some very difficult situations, and no way do I want to detract from that, or say that that was not the case. However, during all this, I found Darlene and her Christianity to be very sincere, very heartfelt, but fairly shallow and fluffy. Her reasoning as to why she was in the concentration camp in the first place, her “love at first sight” whirlwind courtship with her husband, her “call” from God to go to the mission field lacked maturity, and all felt very much like the childish, romanticized version of Christianity we all start out with as children. Her faith did not seem to be on a solid rock of truth and wisdom. It was very much based on what she felt, what thoughts were going through her head at the moment, and the verses she had memorized as a child that she constantly applied to every situation as the answer to her problem at the moment.
I had issue with quite a few things in Darlene’s story, but her prayers, and what she hears as God’s answers to them, are a good representative of what I thought of Darlene herself throughout the entire book.
Every time Darlene starts despairing over something that isn’t working how she wants it to, she lays out the problem to God, and every time (this happens perhaps 20 times in the book) she feels God remind her of different loving, comforting Bible verse that perfectly calms her and brings her peace. Now, I absolutely believe that God comforts us, and that His Word is there to help us when we need it. But I believe that when God speaks, He doesn’t come and tell us what we would have told ourselves. Isaiah 55:8-9: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
The Bible says that God knows what we need before we ask. But often what we need is not what we want to hear. Many, many times in prayer, where I wanted pity and a Bible verse justifying my despair and telling me how God loves me despite it, God came and planted my feet on a solid rock of correction and truth. God telling me He loves me is wonderful, but when the thing that would help me most is telling me I’m doing something wrong, what I hear from God is not something I would have told myself. This never happens to Darlene. God never tells her something she doesn’t want to hear. While I believe that God was with Darlene, and she felt His presence when she prayed, I think much of the time what she “heard” from God was her remembering a verse that she had memorized as a child at Vacation Bible School and attributing it to God’s voice. So many times when what would have helped her immensely was being told, “No, you’re wrong to despair. Shake out of it. Grow up a little,” her “answer” from God is, time and time again, I love you. Instead of the word of God being, “quick, and powerful, and sharper than any twoedged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart,” what she hears is just… fluff. Very loving, very sweet, very shallow, fluff.
As I said above, this seems like a small thing. But it is just an example of the naive, perhaps childish way that Darlene thinks about God. As one more example of what I mean, there is one point in the book where she is in a trench during a bomb raid during which her barracks is bombed and set on fire. All of a sudden she hears God tell her, “You borrowed Mrs, Lie’s Bible!” She says, “You’re right Lord, I have no right to let her Bible be burned!” So she quickly runs into their burning barracks, and saves the Bible. A few pages later, we find out that a bomb had landed in the exact spot where she had been lying, and God had saved her life.
I fully believe that God spoke to Darlene and saved her life that day. But do we truly believe that God cared so much about saving a Bible she had borrowed? Of course not. The point is that there were a dozen things God could have said to get someone to run out of the safety of a trench. But God knew the best way to get Darlene to leave the trench was to tell her to do an elementary, (dare I say cheesy?) romanticized, godly task. Some great “saving of the Bible” we might imagine God would ask us to do when we are first learning about God as children, but quickly learn that God is far beyond.
Once again, I do not want to downplay her circumstances. She lived through some terrible situations, and I believe that God was with her during them. I think she was a very sincere Christian who loved God and ended up in Heaven singing and rejoicing and worshiping with all the saints. However, I don’t think her story can be consistently reproduced. She made it through the concentration camp, but we hear almost nothing about her life before the camp, and no specifics after. I don’t know how her Christianity held up in day to day life. The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that she made it through her terrible time in spite of her naivety. I don’t think that any Christian who reads her story could go out and follow her path and get the same results. In fact, I think your average Christian who tried to follow her path would very likely end up in unbelief, confused by her naive, shallow, fluffy view of a God who is anything but.
All in all, I had a lot of issues with it, but I am glad I read it. Darlene made me think and her story brought up lots of conversation and questions and thoughts. However, most likely not for the reasons she had intended.