“To you I may seem a vulgar robber, but I bear on my shoulders the destiny of the human race. Your tribal life with its stone-age weapons and bee-hive huts, its primitive coracles and elementary social structure, has nothing to compare with our civilization – with our science, medicine and law, our armies, our architecture, our commerce, and our transport system which is rapidly annihilating space and time. Our right to supersede you is the right of the higher over the lower. Life…is greater than any system of morality; her claims are absolute. It is not by tribal taboos and copy-book maxims that she has pursued her relentless march from the amoeba to man and from man to civilization. She (Life)…has ruthlessly broken down all obstacles and liquidated all failures and to-day in her highest form – civilized man – and in me as his representative, she presses forward to that interplanetary leap which will, perhaps, place her for ever beyond the reach of death…it is her right…the right, or, if you will, the might of Life herself, that I am prepared without flinching to plant the flag of man on the soil of (this planet): to march on, step by step, superseding, where necessary, the lower forms of life that we find, claiming planet after planet, system after system, till our posterity – whatever strange form and yet unguessed mentality they have assumed – dwell in the universe wherever the universe is habitable…I may fall…but while I live I will not, with such a key in my hand, consent to close the gates of the future on my race. What lies in that future, beyond our present ken, passes imagination to conceive: it is enough for me that there is a Beyond.”
That’s an excerpt from C.S. Lewis’s book Out of the Silent Planet, the first installment in the Space Trilogy. Never fear, Lewis lovers who are currently petrified with horror that such a magnificent theologian could write such sin; it was in character and resolved later on. I highly recommend giving it a read.
Over the course of history, a great number of conquests, rebellions, wars, and things of that ilk have happened due to sin, and I can tell you that with a few changes, the quote I posted above almost exactly matches many of the speeches given by leaders during these events. These speakers will argue that they can squish the heads of those below them for their own needs as long as it appears they are doing it for everyone and not personal gain. Evil is disguised as being patriotic and all in the name of continuing the human race’s influence among the stars. As these kings refuse their people the right to eat, they argue that the peasants below them are dim-witted and need a firm, heavy hand like a small child to understand, that the blood spilled on the ground was not a real person’s blood, only half. In the words of Niccolò Machiavelli, “A prince never lacks legitimate reasons to break his promise.”, and “The end justifies the means.”
Satan is clever, isn’t he? Using our own thoughts against us, twisting it to make it sound as if we are the higher power, which our sinful side clings to like a leech, all towards sending you running towards him instead of the Lord, to shoot the puck in the wrong hoop. (I just used a sports analogy. What is the world coming to? I don’t even play football!) Hearing lies like these often enough in our daily lives, the propaganda from Satan to fight for the other side, begins to mess with you. You start wavering, unsure. Confusion races through your mind, and your vision is going fuzzy. Lines are blurred, and suddenly, total disbelief kicks in.
But cue the hero music, ladies and gentleman, because all is not lost! There are friends to push you gently back and send you important sermon podcasts and best friends to hit you on the head with a metal pipe for being so stupid; pastors to kindly direct you to the nearest Bible, and most importantly, a Father watching His child come home after far too long away.
So shut up, Satan, because I am not taking any of your garbage about how the human race should last forever and I can throw away whomever I find unnecessary because I am so much smarter and stronger than the peasants around me – I see it for what it is. You can take your pretty little lies (I think that’s a TV show, actually) and shove them into a cauldron of lava. According to every 80s cartoon ever, you have enough to go round. This heart is protected.