I have a story for you guys---
When I was very young, I endured horrible abuse by an authority figure in my life- something I had zero choice in. By elementary school I was in the grips of suicidal depression. I came to Christ at the age of 6, accepting Him as my Savior, Brother, and the only person who understood what I was going through.
He was my Savior, who held out His hand to lift me from the darkness. But I had to take His hand- to accept His healing. He was the one who did the lift, but I had to want it. I had to want to leave the darkness—and when that’s all you’ve known, it’s a terrifying prospect. He gave me courage to develop that want, and attain it.
Again, I had to accept His help. He wasn’t going to force my choice- I always had the option to stay in the dark… and at points I did retreat back to that refuge. But He never grew impatient, never forced, and always allowed me my choice. He just patiently outstretched His hand, offer always extended—because He is a God of Infinite Love.
I don’t know your particular theological views that well, admittedly. But my God is not the being of force that you describe and I have no interest in any being which forces. My God is a God of choice and of Love.