It’s getting to the point that the loving thing will be to correct us.
Could be. I trust Him to make that call. Yah is letting things proceed toward insane ends for some Purpose, and I also trust we will eventually recognize His Wisdom in the matter. At the moment, though, it's certainly mighty puzzling.
Something that comforts me somewhat and perhaps shouldn't, but it does, is that I had occasion a few decades ago to meet a woman labeled as psychiatrically-disabled who in every other respect was entirely functional and was fully possessed of her wits, intelligent, focused, compassionate, articulate about her faith, etc., etc. But she believed she was one of several older women scattered throughout the world who had been assigned by God to nurture the souls of aborted infants until they reached full term and could be released for their futures which include automatic admission to Heaven. This woman took care of every detail of her life. Every weekend she drove from Wilmington DE to NYC to spend it with her adult son. She always showed up for every appointment, no matter what it was for. She did all her own shopping. She went to work, performing as an upper level supervisor, for a bank, if my memory serves me correctly. She was only referred to our program because she had been thrown out of a second apartment because she disclosed that she was harboring aborted fetuses in her womb. During each evening visit I made to her apartment (necessary because of her job), sometime in the middle of talking with each other, she would spread her legs a bit (dressed very modestly in a mid-length skirt) and begin talking to each emerging unborn child by name, some of which she said she assigned them because the parents had never given them one. She said she wasn't shocked that I couldn't see them, because no one besides her ever seemed to be able to, but she said she never got over her surprise that they were invisible to everyone else. What I would now assert she was describing about each of them was that they were already possessed of their celestial bodies, and she was delighted to watch them play with each other.
I was the clinical director of a social services agency for homeless psychiatrically-disabled individuals. On all our paperwork, this woman was labeled as being schizophrenic, but, aside from her statements about the unborn children she was carrying around with her, she was more functional than the average person, highly articulate, sophisticated, diligent about self care, and possessed of great wisdom. I found -- and I was deep in my agnosticism at the time -- that I could come to no other conclusion than that, no matter how implausible it seemed, this woman was actually able to see beings no other human being around her could see -- and that she had indeed been assigned by Someone to finish something other humans had decided to abandon.
It was just one of the puzzle pieces that led me back to YHWH.
In my mind, there is no greater abomination than the murder of an innocent human being who is literally "flesh of my flesh" for the person doing the murdering, but I'm not at all surprised that our Father has made arrangements to correct even just such abominations.