They bullied him, stole his coat, threw him a pit, and left him for dead. And they weren’t strangers—they were his brothers.
Jealousy breeds a particularly vicious kind of hate.
Joseph was the favorite son, and he looked like it. His multi-colored coat taunted his brothers, as did his dreams. Their retaliation was brutal. They sold him to a traveling band of Egyptians. Betrayed by his own flesh and blood, Joseph became a slave in a foreign land, and then, after a false accusation, a prisoner.
But Joseph’s dramatic rise from the prison to the palace has God’s finger prints all over it. By chance, or not by chance at all, he accurately discerned the Pharaoh’s disturbing dreams and became Prime Minister. He saved the country from a savage famine.
Then, in a scene so serendipitous only God could write it, the former slave and prisoner found himself face to face with his brothers. They came seeking provision from the second most powerful man in all of Egypt. They didn’t know that they sought those provisions from the boy they betrayed.
But Joseph knew.
The pain of his past was not forgotten. No, the Prime Minister excused himself and screamed with such passion that the palace shook.
But love prevailed when Joseph revealed his true identity.
His brothers stood awestruck in terror, expecting slavery, imprisonment, and death—all the things they gave the boy who was now a man.
They deserved Joseph’s disdain.
Instead, they received love and one of the greatest truths in all of Scripture: “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” (Genesis 50:20, NIV)
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