Joseph is a ‘victim’ of The Invisible Hand of Providence, and therefore, has no way to see the future. He doesn’t deserve it, but here it comes. God’s hand is against Him, in wisdom, in the hardest of ways.
He didn’t ask the man for help, the man found him!! He was lost, looking for his brothers, carrying out Dad’s errand. And the man actually knew where the brothers went!! What are the chances, amiright?!
What if…. What if the man hadn’t found him? Joseph goes back home to Papa, and the kidnapping and enslavement in Egypt doesn’t even happen! Oh the sovereign, mysterious working of the Almighty. This man in the field sets Joseph up for seeming doom!
For all Joseph knew, his demise was orchestrated by the Invisible hand of Providence, making it o-so-much harder. Psalm 11:3 say the wicked shoot in darkness at the upright of heart. In other words, the innocent isn’t allowed to see what they are plotting to do to him. God doesn’t let him see it, so the shot hits the target.
Beloved Christian, the way of God is mysterious. He gives you promises – justification, favor, provision, and then works in a hidden way to make the fulfillment of His promises seem frustrated.
Maybe you are confused at the Providence of God in your life. So am I. But think with me a minute. How often in the years to come, while Joseph was a slave, and then later in prison, did he think back to that man in the field? I bet at times he wishes he had strangled him!!
But you know what? The man was put there by God to make Joseph accept the invisible hand of God in his life, and for the rest of life, once the exaltation came, Joseph blessed the invisible Hand.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform
He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm
Deep in unfathomable mines of never failing skill,
He treasure up His bright designs, and works His sovereign will
Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace,
Behind a frowning providence, there hides a smiling face.
Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break, In blessings on your head.
If we only become truly thankful to God when the trial is over, when the dark hand is lifted, when the sun shines, and the clouds are gone, what more have done than the pagans?