Sometimes we get a little impatient or discouraged with the slow progress of our creed. Thomas Carlyle and Bishop Wilberforce were one day walking together and speaking of a mutual friend who had died.
Suddenly Carlyle said, "Bishop, have you a creed?"
"Yes, and the older I grow, the firmer that creed becomes under my feet. There is only one thing that staggers me."
"What is that?" asked Carlyle.
"The slow progress that creed seems to make in the world,"
Carlyle was silent for a moment, and then said, slowly and seriously, "Ah, but if you have a creed, you can afford to wait. You have a platform upon which you can stand, and no world convulsion can shake it down."