This is where a true Christian can find themself in the strange position of feeling as though they share more in common with Nietzsche than with, say, some pious old churchgoer who, while well-intentioned, has become so set in their ways, and so complacent in their perceptions and interpretations, that their faith has more or less atrophied, and become useless, and could be detached from their identity with the ease that a desiccated branch can be broken off a dead tree.