Sometimes life is the pits…literally.  Just ask Joseph.

He was the many-colored-coat-wearing-favorite-son of his father who stirred the bitter ashes of hatred and jealousy in the hearts of his brothers.  They hated the fact that their father blatantly and continually showed favoritism toward the younger son.  They hated that obnoxious, one-of-a-kind, “look-at-how-special-I am” jacket he paraded around in.  And they especially hated those dreams….those blessed, patronizing, arrogant dreams.  Such animosity led to murderous and unanimous contention.  Had it not been for Reuben, the eldest, they would have stripped him of that coat and left him for dead.  Instead they threw …