Summary: A first person narrative of Joseph and his story.
The Story: Chapter 3.
Joseph, a first person narrative
You may not recognize me without my coat. I used to have a coat of many colors that my father gave me. But something happened to that so I can’t wear it anymore. It was given to me by my father, he thought very highly of me. I guess you could probably say I was his favorite. See I was born when he was at an old age. He had given me a special robe that had many colors on it and my brothers soon became aware that I was his favorite and they didn’t have anything nice to say to me at all. And you know that old saying; if you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything at all…so it was kinda quiet around our house because they didn’t say much to me. Then one day I had a strange dream. I dreamt I was working on the grain with my brothers and my grain stood higher than theirs and that there grain bowed down to my grain. They hated me even more after I told them about this. They thought I intended to rule over them, and then I told them that’s not the end. I told them I had a dream where even the moon and star were told to bow down to me, so yeah they didn’t like this one either.
I will never forget this day though. My brothers were out watching over the sheep, and my father wanted me to go check on them. So I set out to look for them, they weren’t where I initially thought they were but someone helped me find them. I saw them off in the distance, they were doing well and I was excited to see them!
As I got closed though it became evident they weren’t too pumped to see me though. I guess they were still bitter about the dreams or maybe because I was my Dads favorite, but anyways when I reached them, they took my robe – the one that had all of the colors- and they threw me into a well. Can you believe that! You thought your bothers and sisters were bad, mine threw me into a well!!! They planned on leaving me there to die too! They were going to leave me in there until I died from dehydration. As I was down there I could hear them scheming about how to tell my Dad. They took my jacket and rubbed blood on it and they were going to tell my father that a wild animal attacked me. But the next thing I know they’re pulling me out of the well and I think whew they had a change of mind. They’re gonna say hey you just got punked, we were messing with you and we’d laugh about it and head home…but that wasn’t the case. There was a caravan that was passing by and they sold me as a slave to them. Get this, the only reason they didn’t kill me was because they could profit off of me.
So this is crazy right, but I knew God was with me.
Once we got to Egypt they sold me to Potiphar, he was one of Pharos officials. Through all of this God was with me. I mean I was living in the house of an official and he soon saw that the Lord was with me and that he gave me success in everything I did. And because of this I found favor in the eyes of Potiphar. He trusted me and put me in charge of everything in his household. It was great!