Let's get this down to personal levels, since you prefer vague levels.
I was raped! I do not know all the reasons God had me go through that, but I know this much. I was raped because...
-- I was stupid enough to think I was invincible, and God had to show me how much I need him.
-- Five young men thought they could do anything they wanted. They too thought they were invincible.
-- I needed a kick to get me to the point of really quitting drugs. I had been stuck in this circle of "maybe if I just do a little here and there, I can handle it. No. I really need to stop because I've royally screwed up my time in college, and now I have to live with those consequences and start a real life. But real life is too hard, how about just a little stoned? No, how about a lot of stoned? I really should stop. God is not pleased. But, I don't know how to stop. Well, maybe if I just do a little here and there..." That went on for six months. Circle, circle, circle, because I had no idea what to do next. So, the Lord took me to where I never wanted to go, and plunged me in so deep, my last "rock bottom" looked like a cliff high above me. (Do understand, I was a senior in college, had all the courses I needed to get my degree, and yet could not do what that degree was for -- teach high school English -- because no one ever gave me a hint that I stink at grammar so can't teach English at any grade level. And, poof, four years of college wasted, in more than one way. I could get the degree. I couldn't get certified to teach. And, there was no going back to learn something else by then, so my plans since I was 12 years old had already crashed around me before I was raped.)
-- Somehow, someway, just telling a friend that I was raped, opened up something I never knew about him. He was a pastor. (I did know that. lol) But he was also a counselor at a drug rehab. I never knew that, and because he was on the board for that place, he was able to get me in immediately. Not only did they teach me how to quit drugs and how to live life sober, they also helped me deal with the rape.
-- Because they helped me to do that, I've got a foot up on helping other people -- boys, girls, men, and women -- who have been raped, plus know how to help with any form of real abuse, and can give hope to those people.
-- Hope. Aka God. The one who got me where I needed to be by taking me through something I never thought could happen to me.
-- Hope! In God. The God of love. The God of Justice. The God of wrath.
That's my story.
But, I'm not the only one involved. There were five young men who raped me. There's my family -- some know I was raped, and some don't. The ones who know also had to deal with it. And then there were those counselors who helped me and the group of other druggies who helped me as I helped them. All those people have their own lives, their own families, and their own stories. Most of them may not think it was a big part of their lives that they ever met me, but I know of five young men who have either since become fairly old men or dead. And they had to deal with what they did.
No idea what became of them. (Not stupid enough to search them out.) BUT, did that as-low-as-a-scum-bag-can-get moment in their lives change them? Most certainly. And how? Through God, again. God saved me, despite my obvious stupidity. Did he save them too? I've been praying for that. And, if he saved them, what becomes of their story? Do they help other young men from being as stupid and cruel as they were? I sure hope so. Or, did God do to them, what he did to Pharaoh? Utterly destroy everything around them that gave their lives meaning? Either way, they went on to effect others -- either in a good way or not, but this I know -- whatever God's plan for them has been and maybe still is being carried out.
After all, God used a scum-bag who was going to Damascus to kill Christians and showed him The Light. So God is not opposed to the worst of the worst. But he will use everyone everywhere for furthering his will to have himself a people whom he loves and who will glorify and enjoy him forever.
Rape. A very bad thing, and yet God has used it for his good and glory. That's the true, sovereign God. Not the toy in the Cracker Jack box. God made the clay and he's the potter. He doesn't make useless clay, but he sure does turn some of that clay into mud and some of it into useful vessels.