Think of it like this:
There are two brothers, John and Bill. Their dad is dead. Recently, Mom has been getting sick. Real sick. John thinks she has cancer.
Bill, on the other hand, refuses to accept that. Anytime you even mention that his mom’s not looking too good he’ll cut you off before you can even imply that there might be something seriously wrong and he’ll start preaching Jesus to you and telling you how God is caring for us all and he puts people through trials every once in a while but they get through it, cause they have a connection to the Spirit.
Now, let’s say that John is non-confrontational. He tries to talk to Bill but, as said, he just gets a bunch of nonsense from him. And, sure, he can just decide that it’s more important that Bill is able to live in his little fantasy and deny what’s happening all the way until Mom’s in the ground. And if he does that then, well, that’s what’s going to happen.
Alternately, John can say, "Hey look, you see this trail of blood across the bathroom floor? You know where that came from? Mom’s asshole. See those smears over there? That’s where she collapsed in her blood, after crapping.
“God’s testing her? Fuck that, you delusional ass. Your fucking mother is dying and you need to get your shit together and face reality. Now, shut the fuck up and call 911.”
Ultimately, there are times and places to be nice, to be non-confrontatiinal, and allow people to live in their little fantasy worlds.
But there are times where you have to slap some sense into them. It’s not pleasant, but it’s just what you have to do.