A writer speaks of noticing, in crossing the Atlantic, that his ship had two compasses, one in the usual place at the wheel, and the other halfway up one of the masts where it would not be affected by the large amount of iron in the framework of the vessel.  Whenever the compasses differed, the helmsman steered by the higher compass.

So it is on the ship which plows the stormy sea of life.  There is the compass of feeling, affected by all the chances and changes of the world around us, all the whims and doubts and variations of our souls.  This compass is unreliable; it will send us on the rocks and reefs.  But we have a higher compass, that of faith.  It points steadily to the one true Star.

Let us journey on... in faith...