Interpreting dreams

Pharaoh’s cupbearer and baker were thrown into the prison where Joseph carried out his duties. Potiphar put Joseph in charge of their well-being while confined below his house.

One night, both incarcerated officers had disturbing dreams. When they woke up the next morning, Joseph could see they were sorely vexed. “Why do you look so troubled?” Joseph asked them during breakfast.

“We both had dreams last night,” the cupbearer said. The baker added, “But we have no one to interpret them.”

Joseph answered, “Doesn’t all meaning come from God? Tell me your dreams.”

The cupbearer shot an apprehensive glance to the baker and then unfolded his dream to Joseph.

“I saw a vine,” the cupbearer began, “with three branches on it. The vine bloomed and bore clusters of plump, luscious grapes. I took and squeezed the juice of the grapes into Pharaoh’s cup and presented it to him.”

Joseph said, “The three branches are three days in which time Pharaoh will restore your position as cupbearer. When you’ve settled into your rightful place, I pray you to mention me to Pharaoh so I can get out of this place. I was stolen from my Hebrew lands, and now I’m wrongfully imprisoned underneath the captain of the guard’s house.”

The baker’s countenance changed when he heard the favorable interpretation of the cupbearer’s dream. “I dreamed there were three baskets stacked on my head,” he said, looking hopeful and eager. “In the top basket, an assortment of baked goods were being devoured by birds.”

Joseph said, “The three baskets are three days in which time Pharaoh will lop off your head and hang you from a pole. The birds will devour your flesh. Sorry, dude.”

The baker’s face grew ashen.

Three days later, on Pharaoh’s birthday, the ruler gave a lavish feast for his servants. He released his chief cupbearer and chief baker from the prison and restored the cupbearer to his former position. As for the baker, he was hanged on a pole just as Joseph described.

The cupbearer forgot all about Joseph and the accuracy of his dream interpretations.

Inspiration: Genesis 40

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The two angels arrived at Sodom during the night and encountered a man sitting at the city gate.

When Lot saw the two men approaching, he bowed low to the ground. “Please, masters,” he said. “Come stay the night with your servant and wash your feet. You can get up early and be on your way if you wish.”

“No,” they said. “We’ll spend the night on the market square.”

Lot knew better than to let the men fend for themselves in Sodom after dark, so he pressed them until they relented and followed him home. He presented a feast before his guests, and seeing from their manner that they were righteous and noble, he served bread made without yeast to symbolize the purity of their assembly.

As they were turning in for the night, they heard the shouting of an approaching mob. All the men of Sodom, young and old, surrounded every side of Lot’s house and began rattling the walls.

“Where are your guests?” one of the Sodomites shouted. “Bring them out so we can give them a proper welcome.”

A roar of laughter followed, and the banging grew louder.

Lot went outside and latched the door behind him. He said, “Please, brothers, curb your evil for one night.”

The men advanced at the threshold and Lot’s back pressed hard against the door.

“I have two daughters,” he suggested in a panic. “They’re virgins, and you can do whatever you want with them. Please spare my guests, whom I have sworn to protect.”

One of the Sodomites reached and grabbed Lot by the nape of his neck. “Down, dog!” he said.

Lot faltered, and his knees crunched on the solid ground.

Another Sodomite chimed in. “This man came to Sodom as an outsider, and now he’s playing magistrate.”

Then another, “Suppose we tie you up naked and invent new ways to violate your laws.” And yet another, “That’ll teach him to judge us by his high moral standard.”

The crowd pressed harder, some clamoring for Lot’s tunic and others shaking the latch of the door.

Suddenly, the angels appeared from inside and pulled Lot back into the house and barred the door. Those who were clawing at the threshold were struck blind and could no longer find the latch.

Amid the deafening silence that followed, the mob dispersed in confusion, assisting the blind men back to their sordid dens.

Inspiration: Genesis 19