I don't think your point had logical connections, so there was nothing to address.
Yes, God does some things we find offensive and scary.
Because we are sinful and benighted creatures, we just end up being offended and angry at God and accusing him of being a monster and rewriting all our theology on our own terms to the point of offense that we, personally, are willing to accept. And you know he loves us so much, he forgives us for a lot of that anyway.
One thing that opened my eyes as I was screaming inside about HOW COULD YOU DO THAT GOD, you heartless cold bastard letting all these unspeakable evils happen, is the fact that, that wasn't actually in the end, deep down where no one could see but God, what I even cared about. I cared about me. All this fuss and frustration over what God allowed or did or did not do, it was al centered on the big, fat throne of ME. It's funny that those Calvinists who proclaim so long and hard that we should accept an offensive God, almost all have lines where they will write God off if he gets too offense. It's because the human heart is inherently evil, self-righteous, self-centered, hypocritical. All the hearts except mine, of course.
I realized God cared about those lost people more than I did, and I didn't really care about them. I wasn't filled with a burning zeal for cosmic justice and selfless passion for the spiritual well-being of all things. I was pissed and scared at God for putting me in danger and making things hard for me, personally. Oh, trust me when I say I wouldn't admit that to myself or others, I often couldn't even see it in myself—but God shows me it's there, and it's this self idolatry is the source of all offense and resistance at the ways of God.
It's not God's character that is the source of ultimate security, because God could be perfectly loving and I could end up in hell. There's no logical disconnect there. But we both know we're sinners. The true security is one thing and one thing alone, the personal promise of the grace of God to someone who in no way ever has or ever could deserve it. Do I have survivor's guilt? Do I panic when I think of what my God has allowed? Do I pull back in fear and dread, and even shaking all over, when I see others falling off the endless precipice of eternal disaster knowing God could have let that be me?
Well, the way out is always the same. And that's to humble myself and ask for his help. He knows best, and my heart and mind will always deceive me. If he says he wants all saved but found good and holy reasons to let some be lost, he doesn't have to share and explain to me to justify his behavior or connect the logical dots to the satisfaciton of my intellect and emotions. He's God Almighty, and it's the height of sheer arrogance and absolute pride to tell him anything at all. "Thou Oh Lord Knowest." All I am to do is ask him what he wants me to believe and believe it.
I hope you find your way out of this evil mental trap of trying to harmonize theology with internal feelings of justifying God into the leap of faith of humbly trusting his help.
I still need to finish that journey myself.