He walked about 100 miles. His brothers plotted to kill him, thrown into a cistern, sold into slavery to the Ishmaelites/Midianites, taken to Egypt and sold to Potiphar (here is a good map)
Distressed. Pleading for his life. Unjustly wronged
Hatred for the message and favoritism of our Father
guarded as a prisoner, stole his robe
20 Sheckels / 30
He had been treated as something special, honored with an ornate robe. He had only obeyed. Unjustly treated
When things seem unjust and unfair. When the innocent are victimized.
1 Peter 1:6-7 In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith…. may be proved genuine…
prophecy through dreams. A walk with God (literally, for about 100 miles)
My Daily Journal:
It is easy to see the troubles surrounding Joseph. He obediently walks almost 100 miles in search of his brothers and everything goes south. But, in this story, just like in the challenges within our own life, we need to pull our eyes from “the troubles all around us” and see God’s amazing provision.
When they are ready to kill him, there just happens to be a cistern available. It just happens to be a dry cistern. No bones are broken throwing him into the cistern, no poisonous creatures are present. Within minutes or hours at most a caravan just happens to be coming by. It just happens to be heading to Egypt and the proprietors have cash, not just goods to sell. Joseph just happens to be sold to Potiphar instead of into some other service. Backing up Joseph just happens to find someone who just happened to hear his brothers in Shechem, who, by the way, doesn’t choose to kill Joseph since he does belong to the family that killed all the men in Shechem in the not too distant past. And, most amazing of all, Joseph, a guy, actually stops and asks directions!
I can see God’s hand in so many ways when I look for the blessings and the provision.
On a different thought, I get it that these are his brothers, but I saw a strong lesson for myself and my children (and the children in my class) about carefully choosing our inner-circle of friends. Let’s put it this way, if the people you are closest with are the ones who are willing to throw you in the cistern and kill you, having one phone call to call for help doesn’t do you much good. Do I spend my time with people that would come to my protection or people that would throw me under the bus when they are angry? How strong would my friends stand against the sentiment of the group?