Sure, some of us humans might be angry at a sovereign God about Hell, but know that that is about as meaningful as a few germs being angry at humans about bleach.
Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers...
I told my three sons stories about germs more than fifty years ago as fanciful bedtime tales.
There's nothing more toxic or deadly than a human child. A single touch could kill you.