The Other Way

“Come on, let’s kill him and throw him into one of these cisterns.”
Genesis 37:18

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I hold the advantage of knowing the end of the story.

I know that the punk kid brother Joseph ends up second in command over the greatest nation of his time.

I know that it does not end in the pit or Potiphar’s house or prison. That is a huge advantage.

But in life, there is not that advantage of having the end of the story already in your hands.  Sure God gives promises.  Sure we have hopes and desires.  Sure we hold to the unwavering word that God has a plan for prosperity and success penned by Jeremiah.

But we still don’t know the end.

And life, life has put us in some pits.

If you don’t know Joe, he was a dreamer. He dreamed God dreams. Dream that one day his 10 older and one baby brother would bow to him. He dreamed that his father, mother and 11 brothers would come under his rule. He dreamed dreams that frankly upset everyone in the house.

So to kill the dream, his brothers decided to kill the dreamer.  Read that again, his brothers were going to kill Joseph. While they did not go through with the death sentence, they essentially killed the dream when the sold him as a slave to some passer-bys. Surely, most certainly, they would never see him again or hear about the dream.

Sometimes it is those closest to us that try kill the dreams inside us. Sometimes intentional out their own fear. Sometimes unknowingly because their own inability to dream or see past their current situation. But we all have dream killers in our life.

I don’t believe the pit was the only way for Joseph to reach the palace,but it may have been the best way. And that is a hard pill to swallow. That punk kid needed to learn a lesson. And because we know the end of the story it seems he did.

Years pass, in fact 16. The 17 years old kid is now 33. He has been a slave, servant, a prisoner, and now seated next to Pharaoh. The dream that seemingly had been killed in the cistern God resurrected in the most unlikely of circumstances.

I have been there. In fact, have visited there recently. That childhood cistern where the God given dream seemed dead. But as the words of the worship song melodically state “the resurrected King is resurrecting me”.

I don’t know the end of your story. Shoot, I don’t know the end of my story yet. But I know the end of Joseph’s story.

The dream comes true. What was birthed as a kid is fulfilled in the man. And the boisterous bold punk kid says these words to those who were out to kill the God dream inside him.

You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people. Genesis 50:20

So your pit, prison, enslavement, the cistern you have felt thrown into may just be the way God intends to bring salvation to others, even those who tried to kill the dream and the dreamer.

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That Punk Kid

 Joseph had a dream, and when he told it to his brothers, they hated him all the more. 
Genesis 37:5



Being the younger brother had many disadvantages. One significant one was that you were handed down clothes.  While the older sibling got fresh digs, I got to dig through his piles for new rags. What complicated matters slightly more in my life was my brother was built like a 2×2 and a I was built more like the tree it came from. In a word: round.
So his slim, long legged jeans didn’t fit my chunky, borderline husky frame. So Gran with her JCPenney employee discount made sure I was well outfitted in my pinstripe Levi jeans for school.  She made sure I was well dressed.
Joseph found himself not in the hand me downs of his brothers.  Not clothed in the sons Leah hand me downs.  Nor in Bilpah or Zilpah kids.  Baby bro Ben was years younger.  So his robes weren’t gonna work.  So Joseph favored by his father was given an ornament robe.  One we often call the “coat of many colors”.
For all my love for Joseph and the outcome of the man he would become, he was really just a punk kid. My older brother slapped that label on me when he crested the teenage years and I was a mere tween. I was lagging just a year behind. But his 13 months of longer life lent him the wisdom he leveraged over me. And in some ways Craig was right.  I was just a punk kid. I was Joseph.
Joseph was clearly the favorite son of his father Israel, who himself was a mama’s boy. Joseph was the son of love.  His brothers were children of convenience.  Jacob, Joseph’s father, married for love with his mom Rachel.  Rachel struggled to conceive until the Bible says the Lord opened her womb.  Joseph’s very conception was the work of God. And God’s book tells us Jacob loved him more because he was born in his old age.
This sacred son of Jacob would lose his mom as a teen.  Rachel would die giving birth to baby brother Ben.  So surely, Israel out of his love for Rachel and loss of Joseph’s mom, favored the him more.
And here at 17, that PUNK Kid, just keeps on.  Contextually, we find the passages proceeding that Joe’s delivers a bad report to daddy on his brothers while out tending sheep.  Punk Kid that’s a tattle tell on his older brothers.
Then to ice the cake Joe dares to dream.  He dreams God dreams.  Dreams that don’t make sense to his older half brothers.  I wonder if they were mad at the dreams.  Or just mad that he dared to dream something other than tending sheep for their father.
His dreams declared that the Punk Kid becomes Prince over the lives family.  The dreams depict a dependence on the favored son.  And the anger of the 10 other brothers rises. If you know the story Joseph eventually becomes the savior of Israel (his father) and his 11 brothers. And in truth the promise God gave his great grand-father Abraham. 
16 years later, after years of heartbreak, hurt and seemingly broken dreams, Joes is elevated to second in command in the world’s most powerful nation. The punk kid becomes protector and provider of those that sold him out.
Inside all of us is the punk kid God wants to make powerful players in his kingdom purposes.  So to all the punk kids like me: Dare to dream God-sized dreams. Dare to overcome your haters.  And lean into the circumstances that shape the punk into a person who changes the world.
“You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”

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