Who would be so dense as to claim that God does not exist? How is God not going to exist when it is absolutely obvious it does not occur in three dimensions. That would be the same as saying that the infinitude of two-dimensional imageries do not exist. You would not shake hands with something in three-dimensions and call it God. It would be insane. Anything that doesn't occur in three dimensions could be a God if anyone so disposes. You might think I'm making an atheist statement. Ridiculous. Where has theism been more abundant than in the imaginary two-dimensions of a turtle, a dragon, or anything sacred. Can people from earth be called Gods? Of course, so long as it's not Mr. Wilson, next door and, in particular, he's not watering the lawn and saying hello.
Hmm... I'm not quite sure where you're going with this - but for a start it can't really be any more 'dense' to claim that a God doesn't exist than to claim that a God does exist can it? (Of course - I, like you, only have experience of a three dimentional world, whatever relevance that may have!) Care to expand?
Like the righteous man described by Plato, the closer is one with the form and perfection, the further one is to harmful and unholy things. Do you hate immorality? Do you despite injustice? Do you try to live apart from unethical acts? If you then, an imperfect being, can hate these things, then how more hatred would you think God has for those things assuming he's perfect?
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Edgar Allan Poe
Also this question might call for a literary analysis. What do "love" or "hate" mean? What causes the characters to think the decrees are divine? Were the commands made by God at all or were the people just used God as a justification? What do these characters and these events may reveal about the colorful characters of God?
This question might also requires various theological and philosophical dispositions, depending on what faith you belong to. Since we are in a literature forum let just stick with the literary stuff.
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
Edgar Allan Poe