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