Joseph, Part 2: Potiphar's House | Bible Stories Retold

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The wardens saw it. Before long, Joseph was running the prison too. Same Joseph, different walls. Then two new men landed in his cell block, Pharaoh's cup bearer and Pharaoh's baker. One morning Joseph found them both looking sick, they'd each had a dream, and nobody could tell them what it meant. "Don't interpretations belong to God?" Joseph said. Tell it to me. The cup bearer dreamed of a vine with three branches and a cup in his hand. Three days Joseph told him, "In three days you'll get your job back." When the aching tune continued, re-handle the clued and hide mantra to dirt. The baker's dream was different, and so was his news. It wasn't good. Then Joseph asked the cup bearer for one thing, "Remember me when it is well with you. Make mention of me to Pharaoh, and bring me out of this house. I'm here for nothing. I didn't do anything to deserve this." Three days later, it happened exactly like Joseph said. The cup bearer walked out free. Yet, the chief cup bearer didn't remember Joseph, but forgot him. Two more years. In the same cell. Ever had somebody promised to remember you? And then forget. You forgot Joseph. God never did. Who forgot you? And what do you do with the waiting? God never did.

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