Where's the credit card in my faith wallet?

No where...there isn't such a thing. What are the signs I see that I live in a faithless day:
1) We live deeply on the power of credit. We "borrow" against tomorrow to make things the way we want to see them today. The only thing we believe about tomorrow is that somehow we'll find a way to pay for our faithless today in that dim later-time. What a metaphor for spiritual life the credit card is, and we don't see it at all. What a metaphor that this system of credit is starting to have its problems. (Even psychics become a charge card of this type. "I want to have sitting in front of my today eyes information about days that do not currently exist and whose buying power has not yet been established.")
2) Our knowledge abounds. My thought rambling here is prompted by a little story I once read that comes back to mind as I muse on this topic. It is from a book called The Case for Faith. In it, forgive my paraphrase, a theologian is asked to explain faith. The theologian holds out a clenched fist. "What do you think is in my hand?" The reporter takes a guess. The theologian says, "That is your opinion. But suppose I tell you that I have a quarter in my hand. You will either believe me or not. That is faith. Want to see me kill your faith?" He opens his hand to reveal the quarter. "Now you have knowledge. Your faith is no longer a factor." We know very much; and have need to believe very little.
3) We're grave-diggers. We worship gods that are only Ancient...and it is no matter what god-name we use; no matter what "prophet" we laud. We fight and kill to protect something dry as dust...we still have our idols, we just don't recognize them as such. The testimony of God's servants: it is all from the remote past. None of these Gods breathe on our necks today, none of these prophets give us chills at the newness of their mystifying messages. Basically, we direct our own steps by our interpretation of the inspiration of ancients. Nothing personal really, nothing new. Just looking for ways to keep an old story pertinent. Scrapping to keep the new wine in old wineskins. Heaven help us if God wanted to reveal that the story had plot twists that we hadn't already anticipated for centuries. Christ Himself asked whether He'd find faith when He returned. No wonder He'd raise the question. Prophets said the paradox of end days would be that people would not think of God as doing either good or bad, but simply that He would not be doing anything at all. Paradox because that's when He would come in with a fierceness. Christ said of this same generation that while they may not have been the ones to kill the prophets, they would none the less build those prophets' tombs...bury the messages that reveal anything new. Bury by selective vision; bury with glazed eyes that skim quickly over things that should be blinding in their brilliance; bury because this is, after all, not the age of revelation...those days are long past.

We're caught in a trap of having "a form of godliness, but none of the power thereof..." which is the most tragic thing about ditching our faith.
Put your moon and your stars in the sky, O God...so that the treasures hidden in this age of darkness will even yet be found!