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Genesis 41:51-52

Joseph named his older son Manasseh, for he said, “God has made me forget all my troubles and everyone in my father’s family.” Joseph named his second son Ephraim, for he said, “God has made me fruitful in this land of my grief.”



First off, let’s recognize the great white whale in the room.

Life is unfairly hard.

{Agreed.}

Yet God is deliberately good and kind.

There’s a well-known story in the Written Word that goes like this: a younger son is lost in a far country and father dutifully waits for his return. At long last when the day of reunion comes, father falls on his long-lost son’s neck and weeps for joy after which a grand family party ensues.

You know the tune.

Or at least you think you do.

This particular plot is found in the Old Testament not the New. It’s about Joseph, who, by character and demeanor, is a far cry from that other young son who actually chose the far country.

Let’s briefly recap Joseph’s story in the light of that famous chestnut ‘bad things happen to good people’ as it easily applies here.

Young Joseph has a quality his sibling brothers do not share and their father recognizes it and dresses him in a special robe. The Hebrew doesn’t have to mean multi-colored, it can mean long-sleeved. At any rate, it was fit for a prince among tribesmen, and the brothers hated him for it; that, and those self-serving made-up dreams.

They concoct a scheme to kill him off, but Judah steps in and, ostensibly out of some measure of mercy for the lad, edits the storyline to look like a killing when, in actuality, they sell off their brother to a migratory tribe. The final nail involved dipping the blasted coat in animal blood and – Oscar-worthily – presenting it most forlornly to their inconsolable father.

Meanwhile, Joseph, after being sold yet again, lands on his feet by the sheer grace of God. He gets a gig managing the household of the head-dude of Pharaoh’s security detail!

Now, if I’m writing the story, I’m going to exact poetic justice right away. I’m going to have Joseph quickly rising through the ranks and becoming da man in Egypt. His brothers would be sorry, especially when Emperor Joe sent an insertion team into Canaan-land to extract his siblings and throw them at the foot of his throne of justice.

But that’s just me.

We know that God holds the pen, however, and He’s got some things to redeem out of Joseph before He can move on with His ultimate plan.

God doesn’t want Joseph to even toy with the ideas of retribution and payback. He can’t have His man gloating or dismissive. He needs him to be His savior even to the very ones who despised him!

That’s how God writes it.

Joseph’s very cush world gets upended when the boss’s wife cries “rape!” after her repeated (re: daily) attempts to seduce the teenage boy go unrequited, and he suddenly becomes the target of the adage hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Hello hell-hole prison.

For thirteen long, dark, harrowing years.

Forsaken? Forgotten? For what?

▶️ The good son.

▶️ The trusted employee.

▶️ The innocent charge.

You’d think he’d emerge from prison poisoned by bitterness with bloodlustful payback on his mind. Or, at the very least, go to his grave with unyielding unforgiveness brewing his tempest in a teapot. And you’d guess wrong.

Case in point (and I’m skipping over a lot of really cool poetic justice here): Joseph, sentence miraculously commuted, settles into life, settles down with a beautiful bride, and starts a family. Life’s good.

He is given two sons, and the very naming of them speaks volumes of his understanding how life is supposed to work when trust trumps blame and compliance bests complaint.

Joseph insists his firstborn be called “folly forgotten” and his second, “fruitful hardship”. Imagine! James M. Boice points out the order had to be thus for

“no one can really be fruitful until the past is forgotten in the proper sense. If we are living in the past, whether that is the past of unconfessed sin, hurts, suffering, or even old blessings, we will never be completely fruitful in the present. We must let the past be the past, forgetting it, and go on with God.”

It’s the name of the second-born (Ephraim) I’d like to comment on because it’s so my own story.

In each decade since my early 20’s I’ve faced death in one way or another. Some decades brought me to the brink more than once.

Most recently I was spirited from my home in the middle of the night by EMT’s who couldn’t find vital signs. I was septic, dehydrated, losing vision, and barely responsive. Later I’d be told I got to the ER in barely enough time or we’d be looking at a far different outcome. I didn’t ask what that meant but I have a good idea.

I’m in my mid-fifties and this is the third time in this half-decade God’s miraculously preserved my life, I can only presume, for more ‘preservation of life.’There are still some assignments ahead for me.

As a 21-year old I prayed, “Lord, put me in a fire and don’t ever let up.” As such, suffering has been the mark of my life – AND I WOULDNT CHANGE A THING. Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I’ve found a depth of intimacy with Christ I wouldn’t have found otherwise.

Like Joseph, I want the product of my life to tell the story that I’m doubly blessed and fruitful from all my afflictions, and God has been doubly kind to allow me the privilege of suffering for His glory and name.

This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all my life long:

  • Praise God for loss.
  • Praise God for the fire.
  • Praise God for heart-brokenness.
  • Praise God for weakness.
  • Praise God for humility.
  • Praise God for the tough times.
  • Praise God for the sweetness of the fruit that grows from the soil of hardship.

If any of this sounds weird, it’s only because I’m trying to live up to my name. You can call me Ephraim.


1 Genesis 45:5,7

 

Post Author: Pasturescott

10 Replies to “Call Me Ephraim”

  1. Well, Ephraim. ..I’m honored to be your little Kingdom royal sister.

    Well written. Thank you for giving me something else to chew on during my snowy day today.

    And yes, until your assignment is up down here on planet earth. ..He will keep you, preserve you, protect you, and defend you in all your ways… (psalm 91 vs 10 ~ 11 )…dear brother…of this I am fully persuaded.

    Blessings to you and your bride from ringgold ga. ..look out the window…I’m waving to you…🙆🙋
    …your karen and I do this alot…since we are valley sisters …

    Carolclare

  2. Dearest Carolclare, yes I’m waving through the window in your direction!

    👋

    Bless you for your ongoing ministry of spreading the love of Jesus to SO MANY of us out here in our own valleys! Your faith and devotion is heroic! It keeps us running in the race, don’t ever doubt it.

    Stay snugly in your winter up there!

  3. Scott,
    I have heard your story many times over the years. I have watched you and I have seen the Lord sift you. I have always been encouraged by how you have responded to the trials. My brother, please know you have been used by God to be a blessing in my life!

  4. I love this, Scott. The Lord used it to speak directly to me today for myself and for someone I am praying for. Thank you! I told Alan you are like a cat with 9 lives! So glad the Lord keeps sparing us by sparing you. I am forever changed by His life in you.

    1. Kelli, you and Alan have got to stop hanging out with me in hospitals. 🙂

      Mucho love to you for putting up with my shenanigans. I’m only doing it for the attention. :)))

      Meow…

  5. You got me again. Life isn’t about having great stuff and great vacations. It’s about glorifying God where you are and in whatever circumstance you find yourself. Forgive me Lord when I lose sight of thar. Love you, Pastor and friend.

    1. …which, for all of us who know you and have followed your journey, you’ve demonstrated time and again! Now, I realize none of us are always on point (hello, me!!!), but God has a rich mercy that shows through your life, dear one.

      I know your recent physical battle was no cakewalk. I pray you’re better! You are greatly loved!

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