Confession: I read a lot of Louis L'Amour books, which I think are really just romances about horses and fighting written for men. Somewhere in the middle, you can count on L'Amour to throw in some philosophizing along the lines of "I ain't too bright, but it seems to me that (insert old saw about living free in the saddle or the forest) but also someday I'd like to have someone to settle down with and, by the way, there's a higher power out there." Usually Louis slides it in nice and easy during a quiet moment at a campfire or whilst our hero is pondering some bit of family lore, but to me, it still sticks out as an awkward bit of preachiness which reminds me that I'm reading pulp.
That's how I feel about the "faith" shoehorned into this book. It reminded me of Die For Love by Elizabeth Peters, in which one of the characters callously discusses how to change subgenres of romance by simple additions of character traits, dialogue, and/or plot devices: add a prayer before a meal and a little inner dialogue with God and Boom! it's a faith-based romance. Orson Welles said "You just can't get in bed or pray to God and convince me on the screen." In this case, at least, that holds true for the written word as well. This was an otherwise easy read, with a couple of completely unforeshadowed turns of events.