The Prince’s Crown
They said to him, “We have had dreams, and there is no one to interpret them.” And Joseph said to them, “Do not interpretations belong to God? Please tell them to me.”
Joseph doesn’t hold a degree in psychiatry from some prodigious North African institution, but he’s got everything he needs to be a light in this present darkness. And, ultimately, the reason why these chief persons from Pharaoh’s entourage open up to Joseph so readily is because he’s the only man in Egypt who can empathize with their plight. He too had a dream once; a peculiar dream: a dream that led his brothers to resent him and sell him into slavery. And, remarkably, even though God has yet to interpret his own dream, he’s willing to be an interpreter for theirs.
Friend, God doesn’t have to raise Joseph up to Pharaoh’s throne to fulfill that boyhood dream. It’s already fulfilled in this lowly dungeon. All the riches in Egypt can’t make him more radiant than he is right now in this state of humility, because he looks more like Jesus than he ever has. And though he can’t see it, I bet that as he effectively bows down to help these prisoners, the moon and stars bow too. Not just in homage, but in imitation.