Joseph: The Betrayed

Published Dec 8, 2024, 10:00 AM

# 46 - Joseph: The Betrayed - In this episode of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein we explore the story of Joseph, the dreamer betrayed by his brothers, in this powerful episode of The Chosen People. Journey from the pit of despair to the promise of redemption, uncovering timeless lessons of faith, resilience, and divine purpose.

Episode 46 of The Chosen People with Yael Eckstein is inspired by the Book of Genesis.

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Show Notes:

(01:37) Intro with Yael Eckstein

(02:25) Joseph: The Betrayed - Cinematic Retelling

(23:16) Reflection with Yael Eckstein

Previously on the Chosen People. The minute Jacob heard those cries from the other side of the tent, he ran in. His son cried in Rachel's arms. He was the most beautiful thing Jacob had ever seen. Finally he had a child born.

From love, My son, My son, I shall name you Joseph. The winter is approaching, and you've already grown out of your old coat. Your mother has been hard at work getting the material for this.

Jacob took his hands off Joseph's eyes. In front of him, his mother held a long, flowing coat adorned with many colors. Since his father had given him so much favoritism, Joseph truly believed he was superior to them.

He had the spectacular dream. We were binding sheaves in the field, and my sheaf arose and stood upright, and and then your sheaves gathered around it and bowed down to my sheep.

Are you to rule over us? Joseph?

Joseph's dreams, once a source of personal pride, had become a point of contention among his family. His brother's hearts grew colder, their patients thinner, and as Joseph toiled in the fields, he could feel the weight of their resentment pressing down on him, a silent, unseen force waiting to strike.

What is it about dreams that stir our souls? Is it their promise of glory or their shadow of danger? Or the way that they dance between hope and heartbreak? Shaloam from here in the Holy Land. I'm ya l extein with international fellowship of Christians and Jews, and welcome back to the Chosen People. In the ancient text of Genesis thirty seven, it tells such a tale of a young dreamer named Joseph. As you listen, ask yourself this, what are the dreams that lie dormant in your heart? Are they a source of life? Or do they threaten to unravel your whole world? This is the story of Joseph, his coat of many colors, and the dark road of betrayal that led him to the unknown.

Joseph stared down at the slow moving stream. He dipped his hands into the floe, rubbing his neck with the river's chill. The sun was high and sweltering. Its harsh rays were tortuous, and Joseph was glad he did not have to shepherd the flocks to day, Resting his head on a smooth rock beside the stream. He let his foot dangle lazily in the water. Joseph closed his eyes, thoughts drifting to the dreams that had visited him the night before. Dreams of grandeur, of respect from his brothers, a respect he felt was deserved, though perhaps it was merely wishful thinking. Maybe all Joseph truly yearned for was their favor, A ruffle of the hair or a shared laugh by the fire. That's all he truly wanted. Blocking out the sun with his hand, he let himself drift into a blissful doze, flashes of his dreams playing in his mind, sheaves of grain bowing before him, the sun, moon and stars encircling him. Ah, just a dream, But it wasn't just a dream. Joseph's visions of grandeur may have been misplaced, but his dreams were not. They were a sign and a warning of things to come. Joseph awoke to his father's footsteps. Jacob made his way towards the street and playfully splashed Joseph with his walking stick.

Lounging about while the others work. I see, if you want to rule the moon and the stars one day, you will need a stronger work ethic.

Maybe I'll just disguise myself as Reuben and inherit all my riches.

Jacob splashed Joseph in her face again. The two laughed, enjoying another moment of connection. Jacob's gaze turned serious as he looked towards the distant canyons.

Your brothers should be pestering the Frocks, and it's shack him right now. We do not have good dealings with the people in Shechem.

Jacob sighed and brought Joseph in close. The two walked from the stream back to the tents.

Your brothers are not like you, Joseph. They are unruly and disobey me frequently. They don't fear God, and I do not trust them. I need you to go to Shechem and check.

Up on them.

Go there and bring me back a report.

I met your will father, I'll go and return what I learned more.

Joseph donned his new coat and set off towards Shechem, pulling the coat over his head to shield himself from the sun. The valley was blistering, but Shechem was known for its springs, where the sheep might drink. Perhaps his brothers had sought relief in the pools. He passed by the springs, but saw no sign of them. He went to the fields where the sheep was supposed to be, yet again found no trace of them.

Or his brothers.

Joseph walked for miles, the sun descending from its zenith, the heat of the day beginning to wane. He took refuge under a tree, wiping sweat from his brow.

Ah, perhaps they've gone again to Tymna.

His brothers, though mischievous and unruly, were never irresponsible. Joseph admired them, longing to be part of their camaraderie. Yet his father's favoritism alienated him from them. Their jealousy a constant barrier under the shade. Joseph's sighed, considering abandoning his search. Then a man approached with a small herd of goats.

You aren't from around here, are you.

No, I'm from the house of Jacob. Have you seen a large flock of sheep with ten herders. They're my brothers, and they're supposed to be here in the hills of Shechem.

Ah.

Yes, yes, there was a loud group of men that came through these hills. I had to take my goods elsewhere, Since the flock was so large and.

Unruly excellent, where might I find them? Did you see which direction they went?

I overheard them saying about Dothan. One of them was rather loud and seemed to lead the rest.

Oh, Judah, thank you, sir.

Joseph bowed to the herder and ran towards Dothan, his long, lean legs swiftly carrying him towards the canyons. Dothan was close nestled in a valley surrounded by canyons and hills. Joseph quickly worked the trails, climbing over.

Rocks with grace and ease.

Even at seventeen, he stood taller than most of his brothers save for Reuben and Judah. He hopped from one stone to another with the swiftness of a mountain goat. He hoisted himself onto a rock at the canyon's edge, overlooking the valley. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows. Joseph scanned the valley, spotting the large flock of sheep, but not his brothers. He descended the mountain wall, following a narrow shaded trail. The brothers lurked in the shadows.

Oh, just as expected. Of course, Father sent him to spy on us. His little dog will do anything for a pet on the head.

Perhaps he'll fall off the edge. That would solve all our problems.

The rest of the brothers laughed, all except Reuben. He could send something corrupt brewing from within the group. Simeon stood to his feet and pointed back at Joseph.

What's keeping us from just putting an end to him? Are we really going to wait for father to die and give his entire inheritance to the youngest?

Ash's head perked up.

Would Father really do that?

Of course he would. Father was the youngest. Remember he sympathized us with the boy. Look at the coat he's wearing. When has Father ever given you something of that much worth?

It would be so easy just to blame it on a wild animal. These canyons are filled with wolves. You could kill him and no one would ever find him.

The brothers began to stir. What began as small jokes had turned into a serious conversation. As Joseph continued to approach the bottom of the hill, the groups resolved to harm him increased.

Reuben was growing uneasy.

He was the eldest and had the most to lose from Joseph's prominence. But he wasn't petting and spiteful like his childish younger brothers.

Brothers, you don't want his blood on your hands. Throw him in one of these pits.

We'll teach you my lesson if he dies, and there he dies by at least you.

Were not one to kill him.

Reuben's suggestion was a calculated attempt to save Joseph's life. Although Reuben was the eldest, Judah held the sway and influence. If he could persuade them to leave Joseph in a pit, he could rescue him later.

Here he comes, We'll see what comes of his dreams now.

Joseph finally hopped off the last stone leading to the trail. The canyons blocked out the sun and provided some wealth welcomed shade. He jogged down the trail, expecting to find his brothers on the other end of the tunnel like structure. However, Joseph could hear a stirring in the shadows. He stopped and turned. Whispers echoed through the canyons.

Who's there, the dreamer is here?

The voice mocked from the darkness. Joseph looked over to see Judah emerging from a crack in the mountain. The other brothers appeared from the shadows behind him. Their eyes portrayed an ancient evil that had plagued humanity since the very beginning. They revealed a deep wickedness that had been brewing since the first family. The heart of Cain, who murdered his brother Abel, was beating in the sons of Jacob. They hated Joseph for his favor and were trapped in a prison of jealousy. Sensing the danger, Joseph stepped back, but the brothers had surrounded him.

Where are you running, baby brother?

Are you afraid?

Joseph gulped. There was no escaping what was about to come. His eyes darted toward the trail. He sprinted forward, only to be stopped by his brothers and shoved back into the middle of the circle. They closed in on him. Simeon plunged forward for the first blow, right to the draw. Joseph recoiled and stumbled back, only to be shoved to the ground by Levi. His brothers pounced on him, tearing the coat right off his body. Their kicks seemed endless Joseph could feel his ribs cracking under the pressure of their blows.

No stop, someone, help, help, help.

Me, Joseph cried, but his brothers were too enraged to give mercy. Judah picked Joseph up by his hair and held his face tightly.

Ah, tell me, Joseph, in all your dreaming, did you ever imagine this?

Tears streamed down Joseph's face. He couldn't speak, he could barely breathe. Judah threw him against the rocks. Joseph lay there helplessly. His brothers were filled with spite. They took his limp and mangled body and threw him into an empty pit. Joseph tumbled down fifteen feet, hitting the cold dirt below. A cloud of dust rose in the air. As Joseph's body hid the ground, he gasped for breath, coughing up blood and dirt. Joseph rolled onto his back, seeing the silhouetted faces of his brothers above. His eyes were growing dim and the light from above was slipping from his sight. Feeling broken and abandoned, Joseph closed his eyes. All was dark. The sons of Israel still fumed with adrenaline. They looked down at Joseph lying motionless in the pit. They spat down the pit and turned back to their flock. They sat in the fields, enjoying a meal. As they broke apart their bread and drank from their wine skins, they considered what to do with Joseph.

Oh, thanks, what do we do now? Rubin? It was your idea to leave him in the pit. If we leave him there, I mean you'll either die or escape. Mean do we risk either?

Leave him? For now?

We will go back home and consider what to do with him. Perhaps we will be consumed by beasts tonight, we won't have to light a father.

Reuben was planning on saving Joseph later that night. He just needed his brothers gone. Ruben stood to his feet and stretched, Ah.

Ah, brothers, I'm going to sell a few of our sheep to the nearby shearers. I'll be back shortly. Then we can go home and decide what to do with Joseph.

The brothers nodded, and Reuben left down the trail to go barter with the nearby merchants. Judah sat alone on a stone, looking intently at the canyons where they left Joseph. His stare was intense and unyielding. His chest swelled with jealous rage. He was completely gripped with hatred. At the corner of his eye, Judah could see some Ishmaelits coming from Gilead. They had camels bearing gum, balm and spices. Judah recognized these merchants. He had seen them in the darker parts of the city. He knew these men were more than spice merchants. They were slave traders. Judah stood up and skipped a few stones on the nearby creek.

Reuben is naive.

The brothers perked their ears to him and listened.

He thinks he can save Joseph to gain favor with Father. He's short sighted. That boy will steal his birthright, or worse, Father will give it to him on a platter.

Judah, we will be banished if Father finds out what we did.

We could kill him blame it on some animals or raiders, but that would profit us nothing. Huh, my brothers, how would you all like a shining new coat like Joseph's. Why don't we sell him? There are spice merchants a few yards from the town entrance. I happen to know that they are slave traders. Joseph is a strong young man. They would pay us a handsome sum of money for him.

The brothers were silent for a long moment. They were beginning to realize what they had done. There was no turning back. They either needed to kill him or sell him away. If they didn't, they would risk their father finding out. The brothers looked up at Judah as their appointed leader and nodded. Judah smiled and walked over to the Ishmaelites. Judah approached them with his arms wide open, His charming smile shone in the setting sun. Judah was a charismatic man. He was clever like his father, but lacked the humility gain through years of struggle and wrestling.

My friends, I have an offer for you.

The Ishmaelites turned their attention to Judah. He sauntered to their camels and began to stroke their noses.

I know you are spice traders, but I hear you deal in much rarer items as well.

Is that true?

Before Judah could continue, he found himself pinned to the ground, blades at his throat. Their leader stood over him, a tall, dark man with a slender frame and a crooked face.

Do not toy with us, son of Jacob.

We know your father is.

Tell us your offer nothing more. We want little to do with you and your family.

Judah coughed and winced on the ground. The brothers ran towards him, but promptly stopped when they saw their blades drawn. Still on the floor, Judah raised his hands and pointed north.

Oh, okay, okay. Light. Lying in a pit just north of here, there was a young young man. He's seventeen. He's strong, lean and able to work. What what will you give us for?

The Ishmael Lights sheathed their swords, discussing amongst themselves. Their leader peered back at Judah, his expression calculating. The sun was setting, and Judah's brothers grew anxious, knowing Reuben would soon return. Finally, the leader approached, gesturing toward the canyons.

If the boys healthy and able bodied, we'll give you twenty shekels of silver.

Judah looked back at his brothers. They hadn't imagined having such wealth. He shook hands with the Ishmael Light, leading them to the pit where Joseph lay trapped. Hours had passed since Joseph hit the jagged rocks below. Every breath was a struggle, each inhalation a stab of pain. He leaned against the cold stone wall, his lips parched, his tongue swollen. He looked up, seeing the sky painted in deep red hues as the sun set, Tears streamed down his dusty face.

Oh God, what have I done to deserve this? Did you just give me these dreams to mark me?

Toying with me?

Why?

Joseph was met with silence. The crimson clouds above rolled faster to the evening wind. Joseph gave blankly at the small opening where he had been thrown in. He desperately wanted to believe that one of his brothers would come.

To save him.

As he looked above, he saw a rope fall down through the entrance and fall down at his feet. Hope flickered in his heart. Perhaps Reuben had returned with mercy. He tied the rope around his waist, using what little strength he had to climb. Joseph stood at the pit's edge and saw his brothers a few feet away. Relief washed over him. He had thought they had abandoned him. He limped towards them, smiling, but a rope was thrown around his neck, yanking him back.

He fell, gasping for.

Air, his legs kicking in desperation. Tied to the end of a camel, Joseph looked up to see the tall, slender man looming over him. The ishmaelike leader grabbed Joseph's jaw, examining him with invasive force.

Ah, try and do pieces of silver, Asley agreed.

Joseph watched his brothers walk away one by one. The last was Judah, who lingered in silence, watching Joseph cart it off like livestock. Joseph's cries for help were choked by the tight rope. Tears filled his eyes, his heart heavy with betrayal. The sun said, the stars taking its place. As Joseph was taken towards Egypt, a slave's fate waiting him. He kept his gaze fixed south toward Canaan, the land he was leaving behind, the home that had betrayed him. Reuben returned to find his brothers near the canyon. He looked into the pit and saw that it was empty, His heart filled with bitter regret.

Where is he?

None of the brothers answered. They allowed him to mourn. At the entrance of the pit. Simeon stood next to him and put his hand on his shoulder. He pulled out two silver shekels and handed them to him.

What's done is done, Reuben, it was out of your hands. Here take your share.

Simeon tossed him his share of the spoils. Reuben gripped the coins, their weight heavy in his hand. He realized his grave mistake. His attempt to outsmart his brothers had failed. Joseph was gone. Reuben sighed, tossing the coins into the pit, there clanging, echoing. He took his staff and some sheep, leaving his brothers and their conspiracy behind and walking back to their father. The others slaughtered a sheep, splattering its blood on Joseph's coat, tearing it to pieces and soiling it with dirt. With melancholy faces, they returned to Jacob. Judah, Simeon, and Levi entered Jacob's tent first, carrying the mangled robe as if it were a dying child. They bowed before Jacob, their eyes filled with feigned sorrow.

Father, we found this by the Kenyons near shechem Is.

Sir, is this Joseph's.

Jacob stood, taking the coat in his hands, shock and anguish filling his face. He walked outside, falling to his knees, pressing the bloody coat to his face. My son, my son, Jacob was inconsolable. His remaining sons tried to comfort.

Him, but he refused.

He tore his clothes and screamed to the heavens. He looked up with bloodshot eyes and bodies shaking with grief.

My morning will not cease until I joined my beloved son, the gray.

Jacob buried his head in the dirt. His cries were deep, bellowing, and heavy.

They shook the earth beneath him.

I once heard a story about a large battleship out at sea, and the ship encountered severe weather, and the captain received a report that a light had been spotted ahead. Is it steady or moving? The captain called out, steady, captain. The lookout replied the ship was on a collision course. The captain sent a message to the vessel a head warning we are in a collision course. It advised you to change course twenty degrees, But the reply that came back said, advisable for you to change course twenty degrees. The captain was furious. I'm a battleship. He replied, you changed course twenty degrees. The reply flashed back, I'm a lighthouse.

Now.

This story is kind of funny, but it also really illustrates how harmful it can be when we misjudge others, when we fail to understand who they truly are and what they're capable of, and when we judge too quickly, we can hurt others and ourselves. In today's Bible story, Joseph's brothers severely misjudged him. They heard him talk about his dreams, which implied that he would rule over the family. Then they saw him bring a bad report about them to their father. They concluded that Joseph was a bad seed, and they felt that it was their duty to get rid of him. The Bible tells us they saw him in the distance, and before he reached them, they plotted to kill him. The problem was that the brothers saw Joseph from a distance. You see, they didn't really know him or understand who he was. The episodes that will unfold after this one will reveal Joseph's true character. He wasn't who his brothers thought he was. They passed judgment on Joseph from afar quote before he reached them end quote, meaning before they got close enough to truly know him. All too often, don't we make that same mistake. We judge people when we don't really know them, and this can lead to ruined relationships, missed friendships, and deeply hurt feelings. Really, there's so much more to every person than what we can possibly know. So instead of judging others from a distance, let's try to come to know them with kindness and to understand them, be compassionate to them, and even to love them. There's an ancient Jewish teaching that I want to share with you. It comes from puer quet At, a book of teachings from rabbis who lived around two thousand years ago near the end of the Second Temple. The rabbis taught that we must always quote judge every person to the side of merit end quote. On the surface, this may seem like a simple teaching, almost like saying we should be nice to people and not to assume the worst. But I want you to pay attention because there's a much deeper point here. The Hebrew word that they use for this verse of judge every person to the side of merit says in Hebrew kol ha adam, which is usually translated as every person. But let's clarify again, Kol ha adam literally translates as all the person, not just every person, but all the person. So the rabbis are really teaching us that we must learn to judge the whole person favorably. That when we see someone doing something questionable, our first thought maybe to judge them based on what we see, But we don't see the coal ha adam, the whole person. We don't see the background of the situation. We don't know what they're feeling inside that may have led them to this behavior. We only see what the person did, and we judge them based on that alone. But the rabbis remind us that we don't see the entire situation. I remember hearing a story of a man on a train. He was alone with three children, and the children were driving everyone crazy. They were yelling, they were screaming, they were running up and down, and the father wasn't doing anything to even ask them to be quiet or behave Everyone on the train was annoyed at these children that were just running crazy, and finally someone went up to the father and said, uh, excuse me, do you mind controlling your children. They're bothering everyone. The father looked at this person and said, oh, I'm sorry, you're right. We're just on the way back from the hospital where my wife and their mother just died. I guess I'm in a different world. I'm sorry about that. Suddenly, when on the train, understood that what was happening was a lot different, a lot broader than what they were seeing, and they were forced to judge cool HadAM the whole person, the whole story, the whole situation. When we define someone by their worst moments, we blind ourselves to the fullness of who they actually are, and in today's episode, Joseph's brothers did just that. When they saw Joseph coming, they decided to kill him. They resented Joseph because of his dreams, and rather than refer to their brother by name as Joseph, they called him quote that dreamer end quote. What they did by calling him that dreamer and not his name was that they were defining him by the behavior that they despised. They didn't look at the full story, at the full Joseph, And so today I think we have to learn from the mistake that Joseph's brothers made. Let's increase our love and tolerance for others, even in their worst moments. Let's strive to see the whole person they are and where they come from, from the pit to the palace, from despair to divine providence. Joseph's story is our story. It prefigures the path of our people out of Egypt. To speak more on that is the wise and wonderful Bishop Paulineer.

Thank you so much. I want us to move swiftly through this second half of chapter thirty seven. It is so intense, and there's so much in my heart I want to speak into you.

You know.

It is a remarkable thing what God was doing in Joseph's life Jesus seventeen year old boy, and God is releasing into Joseph these profound prophetic dreams that all will be manifest and come to life. As God raises Joseph from the dungeons of Egypt and sits him as second in command, Joseph heres having to learn the hard lesson of living and walking in the anointing of God, that you can't always tell everybody what God is speaking into your own heart. Time and again we read in this chapter that Joseph's brothers.

Hated him. That's horrible.

We knowed as well, you and I that there are these typologies between the Joseph of the Hebrew scriptures and the Jesus of the Christian scriptures. And in the Gospel of On we read that there was a time when Jesus' own brothers didn't believe in him either. Joseph really didn't handle himself well at times with his brothers. Not only would he talk too much and tell too many about the good things God was doing, but then sometimes he would go to his father and share some of the bad things that his brothers were doing. There came a moment when Jacob sent his son out into the field to find his brothers. While he's wearing that special regal garment of preferential treatment. He travels some fifty miles from her Brown to Schechem, and there was someone there who was able to tell Joseph where his brothers actually were. And all the while, the pain inside of his brothers had mild deteriorated into a plot to kill Joseph, And when they saw him coming, they didn't really refer to Jacob's garment put on Joseph. Instead it was the anointing they resented. Wow, here comes the dreamer, they said, And they decided they wanted to kill him. But thankfully the brother Reuben stepped in and said, we can't kill him, after all, he is our brother. And another one said, why don't we just sell him and make money? And they did, and they sold him for twenty pieces of silver, again a typology. Jesus was sold for thirty pieces of silver, isn't isn't this profound? This Judah one brother and Reuben, the brother who they were a part of the lord put a word of deliverance. We can't kill him, the word of deliverance. Why don't we sell him in to the mouth of somebody who was actually a part of the scheme to take him out? And they then stepped in and undermined what the enemy really wanted to do against Joseph. So they grabbed him and they threw him into a cistern that had no water, and in verse twenty five says that they sat down and had a meal together. Listen, this is terrible. Meal moments are intended to be covenant conversations, and later on you'll recall Joseph prepares a meal for them, much like Cain did with his own brother out in the field, they strategized a way to strip Joseph of his garment, a preferential treatment, and that coat of many colors given to him by his father, and this supreme status that Joseph held in the family. While the brothers and Joseph were out in the field, your Bible says, they grabbed Joseph and stripped him of that garment, and they threw him down and sewed him to a traveling caravan. And they took that coat, that covenant coat of many colors, and they drenched it in the blood of an animal. And then they ran home and told their father a lie that some wild animal had attacked Joseph and killed him, and that he was dead. And what those boys didn't know was your enemy might be able to tie you up in knots some times, and even throw you in a pit some times, but they can't bind up the word of God at work in your life. They might be able to kick you out of the house, but they cannot kick you out of the will of God. They might even be able to rip up that garment of preferential treatment or blessing and convince themselves that it's all over. But they they ain't got a clue of what God's already prepared for you and waiting for Joseph. And that coat of many colors is nothing compared to the garment Joseph's going to wear when he's sitting on the throne. The Midianites pulled Joseph out of the pit, and the Ishmaelites bought him, and the caravan of people you don't even know decides whether or not you're going to live or die, whether or not you're going to be fed or closed or brutalized. They don't even know what it is they're getting bit of. Had they known the anointing, really understood the blessing of God upon Joseph's life, your life, they would have kept him.

They would have kept.

You and used him. Listen, there's times you really wish God, you really wish God would just step up and release your spiritual gifts and let everybody see and know what He himself is doing in your life. And instead He just keeps you quiet for a sea and keeps you still while it seems that Hell itself just places Joseph and you one hold to another that anonymous caravan. But listen, before Jacob ever met Rachel, God had already assigned the caravan to drive that way that day and buy a slave. And when even your own family betrays you, God has assigned somebody to come down your road and carry you to your destiny. But here's the word for somebody listening to me right now.

Listen.

The favor of God is upon you so mightily. It's so thick that no one can deny it. You are cloaked in this coat of covenant. And rather than celebrate you, those closest to you sometimes are offended by you, or or threatened, or even conspire against us. But you need to know that your faithful God, who has favored you, has already assigned an anonymous somebody to come your way to be part of your deliverance and destiny. It might not feel I get it first. Understand. In fact, there might be chains in your story for a little while. Your persona might not be that of a prime minister, but prisoner. You might not get to eat what you want to eat when you want to eat it. But be faithful and just try to be quiet right now, because there's coming a day that nobody eats.

Until you say so.

Like Joseph.

Time and again, the scripture says, in each of those situations, but the Lord was with Joseph, hallelujah. You might not be able to see the Lord in your situation, but he is the Lord of your situation, and he's hovering you right now, and he's keeping watch over the anointing. You can steal my coat, but you can't take my oil. You can steal my freedom, but you can't steal my oil. You can lie on me and accuse me unjustly, but you cannot steal my oil. You might put me in prison and lock me in chains and forget about me, but you cannot steal my oil. The anointing of God, you need to know, seldom changes your situation immediately, but both Heaven and Hell are are fully aware. When oil has been poured upon a man or woman of God, your oil will most often step up, not when God wants to bless you, but when He wants to use you. With this season, life is seen only through your rear view mirror. You're going to discover that those persons whose names you you can't even remember, were instrumental in taking you from one abuse or rejection to the next place and place of of assignment. Joseph's brothers accused him.

They did.

They assaulted him absolutely and abandoned him. I know, but God was right there keeping watch over his anointing. God has a way of bringing along a caravan a strangers who might not discern the oil of God upon your life, but who will carry you to your next place of destiny. They might never discern your gift at home, did you hear me, They'll discover it your assignment in Egypt. They might betray you today, but they'll bow to you tomorrow who never eat again. Listen, I'm praying for you.

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