The teachings given in Christianity is that if I don’t believe or if I don’t surrender all of my love to a supernatural being whom I’ve never seen, and for whom there is no reliably conclusive evidence, then I will suffer the human equivalent of being doused in gasoline and burned alive. But unlike in the natural world, where my excruciating, fire-induced suffering would end in death, this supernaturally imposed punishment, as a result of my disbelief or failure to love enough, would never ever end. I would burn forever.
My children also supposedly live within this framework, and would suffer this fate if they dared commit the same thought crime I did.
This God, who seemed to have no qualms about revelation in the pre-video era, and who at any moment could reveal himself in a reliably observable, modern way, thus putting away the question forever as to their existence, would burn my children and me for our thought crimes, and for using the deductive and inductive logic that he supposedly gave us. Not only that, but any child or adult who dared question the existence of this invisible deity, now or at any time in history, would also be subject to the same torture. The answer, according to Christianity, is to give unending and unearned love to this abusive, jealous, rageful, torturous, human-burning God.
An apologist of this hell-fire wielding supernatural entity might say something like “God is love”, or “God is the authority on morality”, or “you have the option to believe”, or that “God gives you the opportunity to apologize”, or that “God is forgiving”, or that “God show’s mercy”…all you have to do is quick say a little prayer that you believe and that you are sorry for having the audacity to use your brain in a way that is proven to be the most reliable way to distinguish fact from fiction.
Personally, I’ve never claimed to be a God, but it would never occur to me to douse a loved one in gasoline and burn them if they didn’t love me, or if they didn’t believe in me. If I loved somebody, and if I had a hand in creating them, and a vested interest in their well-being, the thought of burning that person because of what they think is repulsive to me. To take that one step further, if burning my children wasn’t repulsive to me, what would that say about me? It would would make me a monster, clearly worse than my unbelieving, sinful victim.
With about as much certainty as I’ve ever had in anything, I assert that the inclination to burn your children for eternity because of their thoughts is neither loving, merciful, nor moral. The god Abrahamic practitioners imagine is quite wicked, indeed.