There appear to be two fundamentally different views of what it is to be human here.
On the one hand we have the person who needs to be constrained by fear, who is assumed (and assumes himself) to be evil, and who is ruled with a rod of iron, and a hard hand. Translated into parenting we have a child assumed to be evil until the evil is beaten out of him, one way or another, and good beaten in. This results in a faith born of fear and emotional destruction, and a resentment of anyone who seems to have found a path to God which is not equally strewn with thistles, rocks and stones. This faith is not one which allows for maturity, but rather seeks to keep the victim an eternal infant, eternally beaten by the parental rod, and eternally condemned as the naughty child, who can never win, because the parent always judges, and the child is never, ever, right. God has become an eternal sadistic parent, and in modern terms, also a child abuser.
On the other hand, we have the person who recognises in God a different kind of parent. The parent who does not rebuke an innocent child with blows and harshness, but nurtures and consoles, picks us up after we fall, dusts us down, sets us on our feet again and says, have another go. This parent allows the child to grow to maturity, and to learn what it is to be an adult; that it is about making choices, and about making mistakes, and taking responsibility for those mistakes, but it is also about having an adult relationship with an adult God. Nothing to do with sin, but everything to do with relationship, with growth and with love. God here is who he always has been; patiently waiting for us to get the message.