Sunday, March 14, 2010

Are They My Poor? My Weak?

When I think of books making an impact on my life, words fail me. I've known so many books--some inspiring, some frivolous, some comforting, and some that left me stunned. I particularly remember reading one of the latter when I was a junior in high school, because it brought me to a crossroads of faith. After reading that book, I had to question everything I had been taught about the meaning of life.

It was a novel, compelling and persuasive, a passionate argument that everything we do is in the end, self-serving, and that's fine, because selfishness itself is a virtue.
The name of the Book? Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand.

She had been raised a Communist, in a world where the government was God, and self-improvement, i.e. Capitalism, was forbidden. Her cries are genuine and understandable. Why should the motivated, the intelligent, and the sane continue to bear the burden of the weak, the mentally inferior, and the lazy? We should let them die, she argues, for the good of the human race, so that we may soar unhindered to something better and braver, unencumbered by the weight of the unfortunate.
Selfishness is a virtue.

This was all a new concept to me; my ancestors were Mennonite immigrants: ministers, teachers, farmers--they all believed that life on earth was simply a fraction of a greater existence, and our service here would be rewarded elsewhere. My grandparents and my parents had opened their homes to many. We gave--even as children we gave--to the poor. Some of the poor were my best friends in high school. They kept me from being accepted by the popular crowd. They kept me from "being all that I could be". Was it time to change all that? I had to make a choice.

Looking back, now, I'm surprised that I wrestled with this as long as I did--over an hour, as I remember--but I was young, proud, ambitious and ripe for philosophies such as this; Rand had made it seem such a noble thing.

What made the difference was God.
She didn't have one; I did.
It was that simple.

If there is no God, one should grab everything he can. Life will soon go it did one day for Ayn Rand. But if there is a God, we will someday answer to Him.
Did we see Him poor, hungry, thirsty, and naked?
Did we hurry by, in a glorious ambition for excellence and self-fulfillment?
Jesus told his disciples one day that the kings of the earth measure greatness by counting how many servants they have; He said that's not how it should be. One should count greatness by how many he is able to serve.

My parents would never be great, by Ayn Rand's standards,
but in God's sight, and in mine, they would shine like stars forever.

I have to say that the book--compelling as it was--didn't really stand a chance, for what I saw modeled daily was love.
Love trumps selfishness.


Rob said...

Enjoyed this considerably Lilibeth – thank you for sharing…
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Goblynboo said...

Wow, Joyce. This may be my favorite of all your blogs. I've never read that book. Should I?

aftergrace said...

I do believe that the greatest are the least of all.

It seems beyond the way of thought by modern standards for sure.

Understanding Alice said...

just goes to show God can speak to us through all sorts of means - great post, thank you :)

Stan Ski said...

Some may argue that it is not good to have the choice not to believe.

Giggles said...

Love does trump all!! Well done. Enjoyable read!

oldegg said...

This is a truly thought provoking and inspiring piece of writing.


Thomma Lyn said...

Beautiful, touching post. I believe that yes indeed, love trumps selfishness.

anthonynorth said...

A thought provoking and open post. loved the last line, too.

Carina said...

The choice seems clear when put in the context of Christ. I wonder what motivates people who do not believe in an omnipotent creator, but still give their lives for worthy causes? How can they measure worth?

Ariel said...

Selfishness is a virtue! Then the meaning of existence itself is altered. I enjoyed reading this.
Thank you for visiting ariel. It's a christian hymn in 'Malayalam', which is the language of the people of Kerala, a state in India. It's my mother tongue.

Appu said...

Hi...I feel like an intruder here,but a nice blog out here.

And m glad you had the will to stand up for what u felt was right....not many people can do this. Keep the faith.Sure love heals all.

Nairobi :)

Dee Martin said...

How cool is it that Atlas Shrugged ended up clarifying your faith statement for you. I wonder how Ayn Rand might have felt about that :)

Roshelle said...

your blog needs a "like" button! So glad you spent some vacation time writing... I hoped you would. ;)