I've been thinking about how faith fits into this whole Terri Schaivo situation. (It makes me uncomfortable to use her name like that, being as how I have never met her. I even had to Google it to make sure that I got the spelling right. I'm going to call her Ms. Schaivo.) And I started thinking about how marriage is an act of faith if only because it usually involves having someone sleep next to you every night, when you're defenseless and if they wanted to they could easily smother you with a pillow. Also, marriage often includes letting a person have access to your finances and allowing them to talk to your mother without supervision. These things are, to me, little leaps of faith.
