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The Dreamer They Couldn't Stand.
Genesis 37 — A father's blind spot turns brothers into traffickers
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Key Takeaways
Jealousy didn't stay as jealousy — it escalated from resentment to a murder plot to human trafficking, each step easier to justify than the last.
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The brothers sat down to eat while Joseph was in the pit — unchecked bitterness doesn't just hurt others, it numbs you to their suffering.
Jacob repeated the exact favoritism pattern that destroyed his relationship with Esau, proving that unprocessed pain gets passed to the next generation.
Joseph kept walking toward the brothers who hated him when he could have turned back — unaware that the worst day of his life was the first step in God's larger plan.
Reuben's failed rescue is a reminder that doing the right thing sometimes looks like an imperfect compromise rather than a heroic stand.
📢 Chapter 37 — The Dreamer They Couldn't Stand 🌾
This is where the story begins — and it starts with a family so broken you'd think it was scripted for a drama series. had twelve sons by four different women, a household full of complicated loyalties, and one very obvious favorite. That favoritism was about to blow up in the worst possible way.
What unfolds in this chapter is jealousy turning into conspiracy, conspiracy turning into betrayal, and a seventeen-year-old getting sold like property by his own brothers. But pay attention to the small details. Because what looks like the worst day of Joseph's life is actually the first step toward something no one in this story can see yet.
The Favorite Son and the Famous Coat 👔
was living in , the land where his had lived before him. And the story of his family picks up with his son — seventeen years old, working the flocks alongside his older brothers. Specifically, he was with the sons of and , two of Jacob's wives. And Joseph did something that wouldn't earn him any points with the group: he brought a bad report about them back to their father.
But the real issue wasn't the tattling. It was this: loved Joseph more than any of his other sons. Joseph was the child of his old age, born to , the wife Jacob had loved the most. And Jacob made sure everyone knew it — he gave Joseph a robe of many colors. A coat that screamed "this one is special."
His brothers saw the coat. They saw the way their father looked at Joseph. And the text doesn't soften it: they hated him. Not annoyed. Not jealous on a bad day. Hated. They couldn't even have a normal conversation with him.
Here's what's uncomfortable about this. Jacob knew what favoritism felt like — he'd been on the receiving end of it with his own mother . He'd watched it tear apart his relationship with his brother . And now he was doing the exact same thing with his own sons. Patterns repeat when they're not dealt with. In families, in relationships, in how we treat the people closest to us. Pain that isn't processed gets passed down.
The Dream Nobody Wanted to Hear 🌾
Then had a dream. And for reasons that only a teenager could justify, he decided to tell his brothers about it. Joseph said to them:
"Listen to this dream I had. We were out in the field binding sheaves of grain together. And my sheaf suddenly rose up and stood upright — and then all of your sheaves gathered around mine and bowed down to it."
His brothers responded exactly how you'd expect:
"So you think you're going to reign over us? You're going to rule us?"
They hated him even more after that — not just for the dream, but for having the nerve to share it. Think about the dynamics here. These are older brothers, already simmering with resentment over the coat and the favoritism. And their kid brother walks in and says, "I had a dream where you all bowed down to me." Whether Joseph was being naive or bold, the result was the same. He poured gasoline on a that was already burning.
Double Down 🌙
didn't stop there. He had a second dream — and once again, he told everyone:
"I had another dream. This time the sun, the moon, and eleven stars were all bowing down to me."
This time he told it to his too. And even pushed back. Jacob said to him:
"What kind of dream is this? Are your mother and I and all your brothers really going to come bow down to the ground before you?"
His brothers seethed with jealousy. But here's the detail that matters: Jacob kept the saying in mind. He rebuked Joseph publicly, but privately? He tucked it away. He didn't dismiss it entirely. Something about it stuck.
That's worth noticing. Sometimes the thing that sounds the most outrageous is the thing God actually intends to do. Jacob had enough experience with God's surprising plans to know you don't always throw out the strange ones.
Sent Straight Into Danger 🚶
Some time later, brothers went to pasture the flocks near . said to Joseph:
"Your brothers are with the flock near Shechem. I'm going to send you to check on them."
Joseph answered:
"I'm ready."
Jacob told him:
"Go see if everything's okay with your brothers and the flock, and bring me word."
So Jacob sent Joseph out from the Valley of , and he headed toward Shechem. When he got there, a man found him wandering through the fields and asked him:
"What are you looking for?"
Joseph said:
"I'm looking for my brothers. Can you tell me where they're grazing their flock?"
The man told him:
"They've moved on. I heard them say, 'Let's go to Dothan.'"
So Joseph went after them and found them at Dothan. A small detail, easy to miss: Joseph could have gone home when they weren't where they were supposed to be. Nobody would have blamed him. Instead, he kept looking. He walked right toward the people who wanted him gone. He had no idea what was waiting for him.
The Conspiracy 🗡️
His brothers spotted him coming from a distance. And before he even got close, they started plotting. They said to each other:
"Look — here comes the dreamer. Let's kill him and throw him into one of these pits. We'll tell everyone a wild animal got him. Then we'll see what becomes of his precious dreams."
Let that settle. These were his brothers. Same . Same household. And they were casually planning murder over lunch. Jealousy had been building for years, and it had rotted into something genuinely dangerous.
But — the oldest — heard the plan and pushed back. Reuben said:
"Let's not take his life. Don't shed blood. Just throw him into this pit out here in the wilderness — but don't lay a hand on him."
The text tells us why: Reuben was planning to come back later, pull out, and bring him home to their father. He couldn't stop the mob outright, but he tried to buy time. Sometimes doing the right thing doesn't look heroic. Sometimes it looks like a compromise that buys a few more hours. Reuben didn't have enough influence to overrule his brothers — but he tried to create a window where Joseph could survive.
Stripped, Thrown, and Sold 🕳️
When arrived, his brothers grabbed him. They stripped off his robe — that robe of many colors, the symbol of everything they resented — and they threw him into a pit. The pit was empty. No water. Just a hole in the ground.
And then — this is the detail that hits hardest — they sat down to eat. Their brother was in a hole, and they had lunch. That's what unchecked resentment does. It doesn't just hurt someone. It makes you numb to their pain.
While they were eating, they looked up and saw a caravan of Ishmaelite traders coming from , camels loaded with spices and goods, heading down to . saw an opportunity and said to his brothers:
"What do we gain from killing our brother and covering it up? Let's sell him to the Ishmaelites instead. We won't lay a hand on him — after all, he's our brother. Our own flesh."
His brothers agreed. So when traders passed by, they pulled Joseph out of the pit and sold him to the Ishmaelites. Twenty of silver. That was the price. The price of a teenage slave. And the traders took Joseph to Egypt.
Notice how framed it — "he's our brother, our own flesh" — as if selling a family member into was the compassionate option. That's what happens when you've already crossed a line. Every step after that gets easier to justify. They went from hatred, to a murder plot, to "at least we're not killing him." And they called it .
Too Late 😔
came back to the pit. He looked inside, and was gone.
He tore his clothes — the ancient expression of total grief and despair. He went back to his brothers and said:
"The boy is gone. And I — where can I even go?"
That line is gutting. Reuben was the oldest. He felt responsible. He'd had a plan, and it fell apart while he wasn't there. Now his brother was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes the worst grief isn't what you did — it's what you couldn't prevent.
The Bloodied Coat 🩸
Now the brothers had to deal with their . So they took robe, slaughtered a goat, and soaked the coat in blood. They brought it to and said:
"We found this. Can you identify it? Is it your son's robe?"
Jacob recognized it immediately. He said:
"It's my son's robe. A wild animal has torn him apart. Joseph is gone."
Jacob tore his clothes. He put on . And he mourned for his son for many, many days. All his sons and daughters came to comfort him, but he refused to be comforted. Jacob said:
"I will go down to Sheol mourning for my son."
And the text simply says: his father wept for him.
There's something unbearable about this scene. The same sons who caused the grief are the ones showing up to offer comfort. They're watching their father's heart break over a lie they invented. And they say nothing. They let him believe his son was dead. They let him grieve a that never happened. That's not just cruelty — it's cowardice layered on top of cruelty.
Meanwhile — one sentence, almost easy to miss — the sold Joseph in to , an officer of , the captain of the guard.
The chapter ends with a father weeping over a son he thinks is dead, and a son being sold to a stranger in a foreign country. Everything looks like it's over. But this is actually where the story is just beginning. God doesn't narrate the next move here. He just lets the silence sit. And if you know what's coming, that silence is everything.