Joseph stared pensively from his 17-story skyscraper, recollecting the things that had brought him to this moment. Humiliating laughter, beatings, and those initial, powerful dreams jostled about in his remembrance of time and events. From a son with favor, to a lowly servant in a house of power & wealth, he was now in a place of destiny he had only dreamt of years and years ago. No one, including himself, would have ever thought the desert could product someone so powerful and beloved by the people of this city, yet lost to his own family.
The men would be returning soon and he did not know exactly what to expect, but he was determined not to allow the quiet suffering of another desert son. Strategically placed silver had been the vehicle of their conviction, but it had always come down to their greed and envy, their carelessness. These same men had rejected him many years ago and now they did not even recognize him!
He was a man now, strong and powerful in body, mind, and spirit. His story, this story, would be told. It was inevitable. But would the story they tell be directed by this defining moment? How would history see him?
A loud rapping on the hard mahogany door interrupted his thoughts and viewing of the city’s skyline.
“They have gathered in the boardroom as you requested.”
“Fine, fine. I will be there shortly.”
He left the glass pane and sat on the edge of his desk, placing his index finger to his lips. Mercy or grace? Why should he show them either? They had not shown them to him! These same individuals were the cause of him entering into the deepest pit and bondage of his life. He had barely escaped with his life, but now these same men were looking to him for their provision. They separated him from his father and destroyed a family. Now he had the power to cause them to suffer or save them from certain death. The power to decide was in his hands…or was it?
Anger boiled within him. ‘They cost me everything I ever felt was worth something. They ridiculed me, beat me, belittled me, and constantly made me feel worthless.’ Joseph pounded the desk with his fist then bowed his head and did the only think he knew to do….
The boardroom door swung open to silence and desperate stares. All eyes were on Joseph. An empty dark leather chair sat at the far end of the room. Joseph did not meet anyone’s eyes as he crossed the room and sat down. He knew what he had to do and he would not give those present the pleasure of knowing their destiny yet.
As he settled into his seat, a man dressed in a fraying brown suit stood and spoke solemnly.
“There is nothing we can say to explain what has happened. We have done some horrible things in our lives and perhaps this is where all of those things have led us. We have done all that you asked. We brought our youngest brother against the request of our father and if we do not return with him, our father will surely die. Therefore, I will stay in his place. My life for his life, and my father’s life.”
Joseph exhaled and leaned back in his chair. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him, waiting for his word. He glanced at the young man standing in the corner of the boardroom. That had been him at one time. The dreamer. The youth. The younger brother. Before him stood men full of remorse and love for their brother and their father. Even to the point of sacrificing themselves. He had hoped, but not expected the tables to turn this way.
Joseph felt the burn of angry tears forming in his eyes. These men had seen the suffering of their father and imagined the suffering of a brother. They were not willing that another brother should perish.
“Clear the room of every person except these that stand before me.”
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