The reward for service is often delayed, but it will always come.”
“Good morning. What’s with the sad faces?” Joseph set a tray of food before the king’s cupbearer and baker. The only other time he had seen both of them this upset was after they had been thrown into this dungeon. While he was being unjustly punished because Potiphar’s wife falsely accused him of rape, they were partners in something that greatly offended the king.
The cupbearer grit his teeth while clawing at his bald head. “We had dreams. But no one can tell us what they mean.”
Joseph gently lifted his chin as he spoke to him at eye level. “Don’t interpretations come from God? What did you dream?”
The head cupbearer told Joseph his dream: “In my dream there was a vine before me with three branches on it: It budded, blossomed, and the clusters ripened…
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