The notion that God would "love" us is like saying a person loves an ant. This maudlin love-bombing works for cultish religions because as social mammals, we're the ones who are preoccupied with love. But extending that preoccupation to what's alleged to be the personal creator of the universe amounts to an image of child abuse, of a sickly adult going after a "loving" relationship with his inherent inferiors. It's a twisted kind of theism.