I don't understand why so many theists cannot admit that their faith is irrational. Irrationality doesn't always have to be pejorative. The beauty of faith -- delicately held aloft from the quotidian shuffle of the secular and the domestic, from the cold howling chasm of a quantifiable but impersonal universe -- is that, taciturn and fragile, it simply persists, somehow, gallantly folding in on itself as technology, industry, science, commerce, and politics encroach upon its space. Why debase it with pretensions of logic? Faith is emotional soul-business, worthy stuff, but those who claim that it blazes paths to syllogistic certainty, or like medicine salves a wounded world, are missing the point. There are with faith no cures or certainties -- that's the intrinsic worth of it, the courageous beauty of it, only so many “believers” don't realize it.
I don't have the kind of faith I've seen professed on this thread. But there are moments in my life that blow my heart open, like a parachute catching on air. Despite everything.
Dedalus