For me, it has never mattered what a person believed in. What mattered is what the person did with the creed he/she took to live by. It is who a person strives to be because of what he/she believes that matters. This poem, written by H.N. Fifer sums it all up nicely: (Yu/stan/kema)
WHAT WAS HER CREED?
What was her creed?
I do not know her creed. I only know
That here below, she walked the common road
And lifted many a load, lightened the task,
Brightened the day for others toiling on a weary way:
This, her only meed; I do not know her creed.
Her creed? I care not what her creed;
Enough that never yielded she to greed,
But served a sister in her daily need;
Plucked many a thorn and planted many a flower;
Glorified the service of each hour;
Had faith in God, herself, and fellow-men;
Perchance she never thought in terms of creed.
I only know she lived a life, in deed!
H. N. Fifer