The Lord has made everything for its purpose. God made the dirt for its purpose. God made bugs for their purpose. God made the clouds, water, Moon, Earth. God made me for my purpose. “Even the wicked for the day of trouble”.
This is where I can rebel and ask why God allows evil in the universe. My human brain asks why. God is all powerful, just make the evil go away. Make Earth perfect. Eliminate disease and pain. But, I’m not God, and this is a good thing. God’s wisdom is perfect and infinite. God’s ways are above my ways, his thoughts are above my thoughts. He has made everything for its purpose.
Even cancer? hunger? death? disease? hell?
What kind of purpose do these things need to accomplish?