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Two Dreams and a Forgotten Promise.
Genesis 40 — The man who got everything right and got nothing back
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Even in a dungeon, Joseph noticed the men around him were struggling and asked what was wrong — a quiet act of attention that set the whole story in motion.
📢 Chapter 40 — Two Dreams and a Forgotten 🍷
is in prison. Not for anything he did — he's been falsely accused, sold by his own brothers, and now he's sitting in an dungeonwith no trial, no , and no timeline for getting out. But even here, even in the place where everyone has been forgotten, Joseph keeps showing up. He keeps paying attention to the people around him. And that small detail is about to matter more than he knows.
What happens next is one of those stories that looks simple on the surface — two dreams, two interpretations, two very different outcomes. But underneath it is something deeper: the quiet, painful reality of doing the right thing and still getting overlooked.
New Cellmates 🔐
Some time after landed in prison, two high-ranking officials from own court showed up in the same facility. The chief cupbearer and the chief baker had both done something to anger — the text doesn't say exactly what — and they were thrown into custody in the house of the captain of the guard. The same prison where Joseph was already confined.
(Quick context: these weren't minor positions. The chief cupbearer was essentially Pharaoh's personal sommelier and one of the most trusted people in the palace — the guy who tasted every drink before the king did. The chief baker held a similar level of access. These were insiders who had fallen hard.)
The captain of the guard assigned Joseph to attend to them. So here's Joseph — wrongfully imprisoned — now serving as personal assistant to two disgraced palace officials. And he did it. No complaint recorded. No "this isn't my job." He just showed up and took care of them. They stayed in custody together for some time.
Something's Wrong 😟
One morning, walked in and immediately noticed something was off. Both men looked troubled — visibly shaken.
Joseph asked them:
"Why do you both look so downcast today?"
They told him:
"We each had a dream last night, and there's no one here to interpret them."
In the ancient world, dreams were taken seriously — especially vivid, symbolic ones. These men would have normally had access to court interpreters, the professional dream readers of . But they were in prison. No resources. No answers. Just the weight of something they couldn't explain.
And here's where Joseph said something that reveals everything about where his head was, even in a dungeon:
"Don't interpretations belong to God? Tell me your dreams."
Not "I can do this." Not "I have a gift." He pointed straight to God. In a culture drowning in false gods and magical practices, Joseph — a prisoner with nothing to his name — claimed that the God of his was the one who held the meaning. That kind of doesn't come from comfort. It comes from years of trusting when nothing makes sense.
The Cupbearer's Dream 🍇
The chief cupbearer went first. He described his dream to :
"In my dream there was a vine right in front of me, and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, its blossoms shot out, and the clusters ripened into grapes. Pharaoh's cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, pressed them into Pharaoh's cup, and placed the cup in his hand."
Joseph interpreted it immediately:
"Here's what it means: the three branches are three days. In three days, Pharaoh will restore you to your position. You'll be placing the cup in his hand again, just like before."
Good news. The best news this man had heard since the prison doors closed behind him. But then Joseph did something deeply human — something that shows he wasn't just a spiritual vending machine. He made a request:
"Only — remember me when things go well for you. Please do me the kindness of mentioning me to Pharaoh and getting me out of this place. I was stolen from the land of the Hebrews. And even here, I've done nothing to deserve being thrown into this pit."
Read that again slowly. Joseph wasn't exaggerating. He was kidnapped by his own brothers, sold into , falsely accused by his master's wife, and locked up without a hearing. He had done nothing wrong. And the only thing he asked for was to be remembered. Just mentioned. Just not forgotten.
The Baker's Dream 🧺
The chief baker had been watching this whole exchange. And when he saw that the cupbearer's interpretation was favorable, he figured — why not? His dream must be too. So he spoke up:
"I had a dream too — there were three cake baskets stacked on my head. In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them right out of the basket on my head."
You can almost feel the shift in the room. answered:
"Here's what it means: the three baskets are three days. In three days, Pharaoh will lift up your head — from you — and hang you on a tree. And the birds will eat your flesh."
There's no softening that. Joseph didn't sugarcoat it, didn't hedge, didn't try to find a silver lining. He told the truth, even when the truth was devastating. That takes a different kind of courage — the willingness to deliver a hard word honestly rather than letting someone walk into it unprepared. The baker asked for an interpretation, and he got one. Both dreams were from God. Both were accurate. Only one of them was good news.
Everything Happens Exactly as Joseph Said 🎂
Three days later, it was birthday. He threw a for all his servants — and during the celebration, he dealt with both men.
He restored the chief cupbearer to his position. The cup went back in hand, just as Joseph had said.
He had the chief baker executed. Hanged on a tree. Just as Joseph had said.
Every detail. Exactly right.
And then the chapter ends with one of the most quietly devastating sentences in all of :
Yet the chief cupbearer did not remember Joseph, but forgot him.
That's it. No explanation. No "he meant to but got busy." Just — forgot. The man who gave him the best news of his life, who asked for one small in return, who was rotting in prison for crimes he didn't commit — forgotten. Completely.
If you've ever helped someone and watched them walk away without looking back, you know a fraction of what this feels like. Joseph did everything right. He noticed the men were hurting. He pointed to God. He interpreted accurately. He asked to be remembered. And the person who could have changed everything for him simply moved on with his life. Sometimes doesn't get rewarded on your timeline. Sometimes the person you helped doesn't even think about you again. But the story isn't over. God hadn't forgotten Joseph, even when everyone else had. The cupbearer's failure to remember wasn't the end — it was just the painful space between the and the fulfillment.