Joseph one day walked into the tent where all of the male members of Jacob’s family were together. Joseph’s brothers pretended not to notice him.
Jacob said, “Joseph. You are late. Was their anything wrong?”
“Oh no Father,” replied Joseph. “It just took me longer than I expected. With my brothers, who were supposed to be helping me, off gambling and drinking and I don’t know what else, there was an awful lot for me to do.”
“Snitch,” mumbled Napthali to no one in particular.
Jacob beamed at his son. “Well done Joseph. You boys,” apparently referring to all of the rest of his mostly adult sons, “should follow the fine example of your brother. Come near the fire, it is a cold night.”
“Thank you father,” replied Joseph, “but this coat that you gave me keeps me comfortable in the heat and the cold alike. It is simply amazing!”
Jacob beamed at his son, while the others stared at Joseph with barely disguised anger.
One morning as the family gathered to eat before the day got underway, Joseph came over last, put on an exaggerated yawn and stretch and said, “Oh wow, but did I have trouble with sleeping. I had such a crazy dream. I couldn’t help but think about it all night.”
“Well please then Joseph, share this amazing dream with us,” said Simeon with a sardonic smile.
Reuben gave Simeon an elbow in the side and a look as if to say, “You know our brother can’t recognize sarcasm. Now he will be compelled to tell us.”
Reuben was correct. Joseph continued. “Well, my brothers and I were gathering wheat. But suddenly the sheave I made went straight and upright and your sheaves all came around and bowed in the direction of my sheave. Crazy dream right? I have been thinking about it all night but can’t make any sense of it. Can you?”
Judah could not hold his tongue. “What are you telling us, runt. Are you saying that you are going to rule over us?”
“Judah, what an interesting interpretation. I never thought of that. Ohohohoh… and I had this other dream. In it the sun and the moon and the stars were all bowing down to me. I wonder what that means?”
Their father, no longer amused, jumped in and told his sons to stop the idle chatter and get on with their day. As Joseph’s brothers went off together to take care of the sheep they mumbled to each other.
“Do you think Joseph really had those dreams?” asked Zebulun.
“Of course not!” said Levi, with a chorus of nods from the others. “He is acting like a spoiled firstborn son rather than a worthless 11th born.”
Reuben laughed humorlessly. “Well in our line, being firstborn seems to mean next to nothing. Neither our father nor our grandfather were truly firstborn. Perhaps Joseph thinks he can continue that family tradition.”
A few days later Joseph’s brothers were tending the sheep while Joseph had remained with his father. Jacob said to his son, “Joseph, I would like you to find your brothers and check on our flock and then let me know how things are going.”
So Joseph went out to find his brothers. It took him awhile since they had traveled far to find the best pastures for their sheep.
Finding them, Joseph called out, “Brothers, I finally found you. Our father asked me to check on you and find out what is going on.”
Napthali whispered to his brothers, “The snitch has come to spy on us.”
Judah spoke louder, “So father’s little spy. What report do you intend to give him.”
“I don’t know,” joked Joseph. “What will you give me to improve my report?”
That was it. They were tired of their little brother with the fancy coat. They took away his coat and dropped him in one of the old cisterns. They sat around and laughed about Joseph and began to banter about what they were going to do with him. They came up with more and more elaborate and unlikely revenge fantasies.
Gradually, the laughing lessened as each of them realized the same thought— they had tossed their father’s favorite son into a hole imprisoning him— a son that cannot keep his mouth shut.
This realization hit Reuben first. As the oldest son, he realized that any blame would first fall on him. He went over to the top of the cistern. He called down to his younger brother.
“Joseph. Well, we have had a little fun. I hope it was fun for you as well. How about I pull you up out of there. You can have a good meal and you can go back to Father and let him know that everything is fine. How does that sound to you?”
“Oh no.” replied Joseph, “When I get back. I am going to tell Father EXACTLY what you did! He is going to be so mad. He will probably put me in charge of all of you.”
Pondering what to do next, a Bedouin caravan entered the oasis where the brothers were staying. It was a tough decision… but clearly their brother must never talk to their father. At the same time, they (with the possible exception of Levi and Simeon) did not want to have blood on their hands. So they sold Joseph to the caravan.
Of course, most of us know the rest of the story. Joseph becomes a servant in the house of Potiphar, an official in Egypt. We learn about Potiphar’s wife becoming infatuated with Joseph as she had with a number of her servants. She would give him looks that Joseph completely misinterpreted. Then she made some rather seductive remarks to him that he thought were jokes and responded back in like manner to continue the joke. This mutual misunderstanding rapidly ended up with Joseph running at full speed out of the house naked.
As soon as Joseph could find some clothes he sought out Potiphar at the city gate. Joseph came up to Potiphar and the other local leaders. In a loud voice he said, “Sir I need to talk to you about your wife.”
Potiphar knew what was coming. Potiphar knew well his wife. Early on, he would have servants killed who had fooled around with her. Eventually, he realized that it was expensive to keep having to replace servants. Besides, it is not as if his behavior was always above reproach with the servants.
Potiphar broke in. “Shhhh, Joseph. Let’s go somewhere else and we can talk quietly.”
“Oh no, my lord. I must tell you. Your wife tried to seduce me, and when I rejected her advances, well she said that she would tell you that I tried to… well, you know… force myself on her. But I would never do that! She looks fine for an… older woman I suppose. But that is not the point. I would never ever ever…” He continued on as Potiphar tried to shut him up.
Finally, Potiphar gave up. His friends now knew what happened. He could not just cover things up. Potiphar was not happy to lose more money on another servant, but he had no choice.
“I can’t keep him,” he mused. “I would look weak. But I don’t need his blood on my hands— having him killed because he lacks common sense on when and where to talk.”
After some thought he knew the right answer. He can put him with the political prisoners. Know one will know what happened to him. And that is what happened. Joseph was secretly placed in the Pharoah’s prison.
And there he sat. But God looked on him with pity. “Our poor, flawed Joseph. He cannot help but talk when others know to keep silent. I will turn his weakness into a strength. I will give him the ability to read people’s dreams. He will invariably tell people what their dreams mean, even if the meaning is bad.”
With God’s gift to interpret dreams, and his own lack of caution and common sense, Joseph rose from an imprisoned slave to the second-in-command in Egypt.
If God can do that with someone as messed up as Joseph, imagine what he can do with messed up you?