Genesis 37:1-34
Trusting God with Our Stories
James Sledge August
13, 2017
I’ve
likely shared before how my father read Bible stories to me and my siblings
when we were young. I can still see that big, Bible Story book with its
colorful illustrations, including one from our reading for today. It showed Joseph
in his “coat of many colors,” translated
a bit differently, a probably more accurately, in our verses.
(Genesis 37:1-4) Jacob settled in the land where his father had
lived as an alien, the land of Canaan. 2This is the story of the
family of Jacob. Joseph, being seventeen years old, was shepherding the flock
with his brothers; he was a helper to the sons of Bilhah and Zilpah, his
father’s wives; and Joseph brought a bad report of them to their father. 3Now
Israel loved Joseph more than any other of his children, because he was the son
of his old age; and he had made him a long robe with sleeves. 4But
when his brothers saw that their father loved him more than all his brothers,
they hated him, and could not speak peaceably to him.
In
my childhood memories of the Joseph story, I had the impression of Joseph as a
good kid mistreated by his mean, older brothers. I don’t know if the Bible
Story book told it that way, or if I just assumed that Joseph, being the hero,
had to be a good guy. But when you read the entire story, it’s obvious that
Joseph’s brothers had good reason not to like him. And it was more than their
father’s blatant favoritism, as the story makes clear.
(Genesis 37:5-8)
Once Joseph had a dream, and when he
told it to his brothers, they hated him
even more. 6He said to them, "Listen to this dream that I
dreamed. 7There we were, binding sheaves in the field. Suddenly my sheaf
rose and stood upright; then your sheaves gathered around it, and bowed down to
my sheaf." 8His brothers said to him, "Are you indeed to
reign over us? Are you indeed to have dominion over us?" So they hated him
even more because of his dreams and his words.
If
I had ten older brothers who already hated me, I think I’d have the good sense
not to tell them such a dream. Surely Joseph had to know that this would only
make them madder. Perhaps he figured they wouldn’t do anything to him because
he was Daddy’s favorite. But why tell them at all. If the dream were really
true, they would see it soon enough. No, Joseph must have enjoyed this. He was
a total brat or cruel or, more likely, both. Which probably explains why he went
and did the same thing again.