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When you see some of the evil in this world, some of the disappointments, the never-ending cycles of recrimination and hostility, it's easy to harden your heart to it all. To close up, to protect yourself by cutting yourself off, keeping others at bay. We have to remember though, that is not the way the Lord wants us to live our lives. He wants us to be open and delights in forgiveness and grace.
Admittedly, it's a tall order. Thankfully, he gave us a perfect example to emulate; Joseph.
If there was ever a guy who had a good reason to hold a grudge, it was Joseph. As just a little boy, he earned the seething hatred and jealousy of his brothers through no blame of his own. Was it his fault his father played favorites? Of course not. But did that stop his brothers from holding that against him? Not in the slightest.
Their jealousy and anger grew until one day they sucker punched poor Joseph, robbed him of his clothes, and chucked him down a well. They were perfectly fine with leaving him there to die until a more pragmatic option in the form of some passing Ishmaelites happened to come along. Instead of killing him, they did the brotherly thing of selling him into slavery. Thanks, guys.
After that, Joseph still had his ups and downs. He rose in esteem with his slave master, only to be falsely accused of a crime and tossed into jail. There, he again rose in esteem with his warden and was given some degree of responsibility. When, through God's will, he accurately interpreted the dreams of some of the Pharaoh’s servants who were in the clink with him, he asked the man who he knew was soon to go free and have the Pharaoh's ear to remember him and plead his case.
He didn't. As soon as the servant was free from jail, he forgot all about Joseph and never paid him another thought for years until he happened to need his dream interpreting skills again. I don't know about anyone else, but I'd resent someone for leaving me to rot in a prison after telling me he'd help.
When Joseph was brought to the Pharaoh, he interpreted his dreams to see the coming famine in Egypt's future. He counseled the Pharaoh to take precautions to avoid a disaster, and for his foresight and wisdom, the Pharaoh made him his chief official.
It wasn't long until his brothers, starving for food mid-famine had to come to Egypt to buy grain. Here he was, commander of the nation, second only to the Pharaoh himself, and his petty, nasty, backstabbing brothers are bowing and scraping in front of him for the right to buy a few bags of grain.
What to do first? Maybe have them dig their own wells, a few weeks of back-breaking labor before throwing them to the bottom and letting them starve like they planned to do to him. Maybe sell them into slavery each for a measly 20 silver. The prison? Let them linger for long, long years like he had?
No. Joseph didn't do any of those things. Instead he had them bring the entire family before him and embraced them as brother and son.
Joseph rose above.
You see it again-and-again throughout his story. In every circumstance, Joseph makes the most of his situation, he looks to what he can do instead of being lost in bitterness and thoughts of vengeance. His brothers hate him? He tries to honour and respect them anyway. He's sold into slavery? He distinguishes himself to his master. Cast into prison? He again distinguishes himself as a responsible man and does his best to help his fellow inmates. He manages to rise to the highest office in the land, and uses his position to save the lives of the people who enslaved him during a famine, not petty vengeance.
Like Joseph, we need to rise above. Rise above the hatred of others. Rise above the cynicism of our culture. Rise above the impulse to take vengeance on those who have wronged us in the past. It's not easy, but it's the road the Lord wants us to walk.
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