Joseph

Four times the common laborer laid down to rest to seek the ordinary solace of night only to be astonished in sleep by advent power, the Dream Voice beyond all voices speaking into his life with easy authority: Forget homely convention and marry the overshadowed girl. Forget homely plans and flee to a place as alien and angular as its monuments. Forget homely life and journey again through the desert to the occupied country of your father. Forget homely roots and settle instead in the land of prophecy. Four times he saw – what? A blazing messenger, an other-worldly prince of light. Four times he heard – what? Words of thunder quaking the solid ground on which he lived. Who knows so clearly what he truly dreams? Who trusts so deeply the strange revelations of his own inner landscape? Who acts so boldly on what he knows in himself against the evidence of everything he sees? Who believes so humbly that he is chosen, too, for a role that makes miracles possible? This one did, Four times.