When I see God as the One who directed the rapist to my personal front door, I end up directing the bulk of my rage at Him, and He in turn has the wisdom and power to help me process my experience in a way that will have a positive effect on my insides. When I see God as the Mastermind behind my assault, I then see the rapist as merely the instrument that he was. Of course I still hate the man at first, but since I am now fully engaged with God and looking for Him to help me process my experience, I am going to find that my hate for the human is eventually transformed into compassion. The truth is that God loves the rapist every bit as much as He loves me. I will of course try to avoid thinking about this at first, especially when I need to believe that God is on my side and far more concerned with my pain than He is with that human creep. But the reality is that God is equally concerned with both me and my rapist, He is equally compassionate towards each of us, and He is using our common experience to try and grow each of us to a better place.