The enemy blurs the lines until we are lukewarm and useless. Until we serve time and mammon instead of Christ.
These were my 2 am thoughts.
Truth is not meant to placate but to stir to action. Yet, it is bent and twisted like a pretzel to represent folded arms of prayer, but no one's really communing with God.
Concocted reality is far less painful than, "What is truth?" Aay, Pilate?