"I, the LORD your God, am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers on the children...
In my college years I assisted a neighborhood family whose son was nearly completely paralyzed by muscular dystrophy. From the neck down he was limp as a rag doll. His mother had suffered a spinal nerve injury from years of lifting her helpless child from his wheelchair, and needed help. This angelic child, whose innocent personality was only emerging when the paralysis set in, had already dissolved into a state of withdrawal by the time I arrived on the scene. He rarely acknowledged me, and when he did, it was with terse expressions of indifference. Anyone who spent a little time with him would have been driven to tears. It took every ounce of emotional stamina for me to keep gently reaching out to him, to try to encourage him to keep expressing his wishes, whether it was for a sip of water, to shift his position, to read to him or tell him stories of my own, or to find anything at all that remained interesting to him.
He was never given any cause to associate his hellish existence with any crime of his parents, particularly since they were saintly people who -- until their lives were disrupted by his disability -- had every day been actively involved in community service, volunteering at their church and school, running food and clothing drives for the poor, dressing as clowns to cheer up other people's sick children at the hospital, at a frenetic rate -- usually juggling multipling projects per week. And the idea that his parents had somehow provoked God to do this to him as a warning became impossibly moot as his young mind deteriorated.
He suffered for years, as did the whole family. But before he died he learned that his younger brother, who had begun falling down, subsequently tested positive. Since this brother had an identical twin, the older brother at some point realized that he would precede them both in death by perhaps a few years. He knew that both boys would run the same excruciating gauntlet he had run. This was the only substantial information for him, shortly before his death, to associate with the hell that had been inflicted on him. There was no indication whatsoever that he should associate it with his father, much less anything his father might have conceivably done wrong, or anything remotely suggesting it.
The belief that God tortures, maims and kills innocent and helpless children--as learning tool--is utterly outrageous.
After the last child died, the older sisters made a pact. They went together in solidarity, all 7 of them, and had their tubes tied. And that was the only lesson learned.