Migrant Journeys

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We're in week three of Migrant Journeys, reading Scripture from the road. Today we come to Joseph.

The Favored Son His Brothers Resented

[ Genesis 37 · on screen ]

Many of us first met Joseph in a children's Bible, the one with the bright coat and the happy ending, the story built entirely around the rescue. But the rescue is not where this story starts, and it is not the whole truth of it. Before Joseph is a hero, he is a teenager, and his family is coming apart.

Joseph is the youngest of Jacob's sons, and he is the favorite, and everyone in that house knows it. If you grew up with brothers or sisters, you already understand what that does to a family. The older ones had to wait for everything and fight for whatever attention was left over, and then the youngest comes along and is simply handed the very thing the rest of them never got. The brothers walked the harder road, Joseph held their father's heart, and resentment like that does not stay quiet for long.

And Joseph does not help himself. God gives him dreams, real dreams, a glimpse of a future that only God can see. But Joseph is young and immature, and he has been handed something holy that he is not yet able to carry. Instead of holding those dreams as a sign that God is at work in his family, he waves them in his brothers' faces as proof that one day they will all bow down to him. He takes a word from God and turns it into a weapon of status.

I am not telling you this to excuse what they do next, because nothing excuses it. I am telling you because the Bible wants you to feel how the hostility built. The favored one, the one who never had to wait, is now standing over them with his dreams, and you can feel the heat of it. Cooler heads could have prevailed in that family, and they did not, so the angrier and more wounded heads won out and decided to be rid of him.

Hear how each of these journeys begins. Something happens that makes home impossible, and a person ends up on the road. For Abram and Sarai it was a famine, a force that came from outside the family. For Joseph it comes from inside the family, from his brothers' jealousy and his own immaturity.

So they strip the coat off his back and throw him down into a dry pit, the kind of hole you put something in until you decide what to do with it. And then they sit down to eat, close enough to the hole to hear him, and years later they admitted it themselves, that they "saw how distressed he was when he pleaded with us for his life, and we would not listen" (Genesis 42:21). A caravan comes through on its way to Egypt, the brothers do the math out loud, why kill him when we can sell him, and for twenty pieces of silver he is gone.

And just like that, the favored son becomes something else. He is a boy with no country now, no family to claim him, and no one left to even say his name. By the time that caravan crosses into Egypt, Joseph is a foreigner, a stranger in a land that owes him nothing, and everything that happens to him from here happens to an outsider with no power and no protection.

God Sees Him Where They Tried to Erase Him

[ Genesis 39 · on screen ]

Joseph arrives in Egypt as merchandise, and right here the text says something it will not let you miss. Four times in this one chapter, in verses 2, 3, 21, and 23, the narrator stops to tell us that "the Lord was with Joseph." This is the same God who met Hagar at the spring, and now he is with Joseph in the slave quarters.

But watch what that does and does not mean. Potiphar's wife wants him, and when he refuses her, she accuses him, and notice how she does it. "The Hebrew slave you brought us came to me," she says, reaching for the one thing that will make him guilty before he can open his mouth, the fact that he is a foreigner. It is an old move, and we still know it well, because when we want to condemn a man we make where he is from the crime, and the real story disappears while his nationality becomes the accusation.

And Joseph has no recourse. An enslaved foreigner in a strange land does not get due process, so he is thrown into prison for a crime he did not commit, with no trial, no hearing, and no advocate. We have whole systems today that run on exactly that arithmetic, where people are detained on someone's word and disappeared, with no one required to listen. Joseph would recognize it, because he has been there. In that prison he interprets a dream for a man who walks out free and promises to remember him, and the very next thing the text tells us is that the man "forgot him" (Genesis 40:23), and Joseph sits there two more years.

God's Presence Is Not the Same as Rescue

Now I have to be honest about something this text does, because it troubles us. For thirteen years God is "with" Joseph, and Joseph's circumstances do not change at all. He is still enslaved, still imprisoned, and still forgotten, so we want to ask the obvious question. If God is really with him, why doesn't God just get him out?

Stay in that question, because how you answer it usually depends on what your life has been like. When we have mostly known comfort and security, we assume that God's presence should look like God fixing it. But for people on the underside of history, the enslaved and the displaced and the ones the world keeps forgetting, God's presence in the suffering is the very thing that lets them survive it. It is why so many who suffer look to the cross for their comfort, because there they meet a God who has known sorrow and suffering himself.

That is the God who sees. He is not a God who watches your suffering from somewhere safe and dry, but a God who comes down into the cell with you. The promise was never that he would change your circumstances by nightfall, but that he will not look away from you inside them. For a person the world has decided not to see, to be seen, to have God beside you in the dark, is not a small thing. It is everything.

The Foreigner Becomes a Blessing, and Egypt Forgets

[ Genesis 41 · on screen ]

And then it turns. Pharaoh dreams a dream that no one can read, the cupbearer finally remembers the Hebrew back in the prison, and Joseph is rushed out of his cell and into the palace. He reads the dream, seven years of plenty and then seven years of famine, and Pharaoh looks at him and says, "Can we find anyone like this, a man in whom is the spirit of God?" Just like that, the foreigner who was cursed as "that Hebrew" is made second over all of Egypt, and he becomes the salvation of Egypt and of every hungry nation around it. When the famine finally comes, even his own family migrates down to Egypt to survive, the same way Abram once did.

But here is the part the children's Bible never tells, and we cannot skip it. Turn the page into Exodus, and you read that "a new king arose over Egypt, who did not know Joseph" (Exodus 1:8). This new king looks at Joseph's people and sees only a threat, telling everyone that they are too many and too strong and might side with our enemies, and so the Egypt that a foreigner once saved turns around and enslaves them. The nation that was rescued by an immigrant forgot the immigrant, and renamed him a danger.

There is a word for what Egypt did. They moved from philoxenia, the love of the stranger, to xenophobia, the fear of the stranger. They went from love to fear, and it did not take a war or a famine to do it, only a king who chose to forget.

Will We Welcome, or Will We Fear?

And now the text turns and looks at us, because we have done the very same thing Egypt did. We fondly remember our own family's immigrant past while we fear the immigrants who are standing in front of us right now, and we have made that move as people who say we follow Jesus, the one who told us to love our neighbor as ourselves.

But hear the gospel that is hidden in it. To welcome the stranger is to welcome Christ himself, because Jesus said it plainly, that "I was hungry, I was a stranger, I was in prison, and whatever you did for the least of these, you did for me" (Matthew 25). The writer of Hebrews tells us that some have welcomed angels without ever knowing it (Hebrews 13:2), and when we stop seeing a category and start seeing a person, the immigrant is no longer a burden or a statistic, but a Ruth, a Hagar, a Joseph, someone to be loved.

The text is not a model, it is a mirror, and it presses one question on us. When God sends a foreigner to bless us, will we remember, or will we forget and be afraid? Every person who has ever packed a life into a single bag and crossed a border is someone God has never once stopped seeing, and God's gaze does not require documentation.

Let us pray.

God who saw Joseph, you were with him in the pit, in the false accusation, and in the prison. Through every loss, every delay, and every forgotten year, you never looked away.

So we believe you see us, too, not only on our best days, but in the places where we feel trapped, wounded, or forgotten. You are not a God who watches suffering from a distance, but the God who comes down into it with us.

Meet us there, and when nothing around us changes, remind us that we are seen, known, and never forgotten by you. We pray in the name of Jesus, who entered our suffering and redeemed it. Amen.

Migrant Journeys: Abraham and Sarah

June 7 · Genesis 12:1-20

Opening: What Do You Take When You Can't Take Everything?

A few years ago a photograph circulated of a family walking a road somewhere in the Middle East. The father carries two small children; the mother, a bag on one shoulder and a third child by the hand. And tied to the top of their bundle, wrapped carefully in plastic, is a framed family photograph. Everything else could maybe be replaced. Not that. That was the thing worth carrying.

It makes you ask: what would you take? If you had to leave tonight, what fits in one bag, and what do you carry because you cannot walk away without it?

That question is not hypothetical for millions of people alive right now. And it turns out it wasn't hypothetical for the very first family in the story of God's people.

For the next several weeks we're going to read Scripture from a different angle: from the road, from the perspective of people who crossed borders and weren't sure they'd survive the leaving. Karen Gonzalez, in The God Who Sees, invites us to do exactly that. Today we start with Abraham and Sarah.

Abraham and Sarah Are Migrants

Here's the verse that launches everything:

1 Now the Lord said to Abram, "Go from your country and your kindred and your father's house to the land that I will show you. 2 I will make of you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great, so that you will be a blessing. 3 I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse; and in you all the families of the earth shall be blessed."
Genesis 12:1-3

That's it. No map. No arrival date. No guarantee of what they'll find. Just go.

We've heard it so often we've stopped feeling its weight, flattened into a metaphor about stepping out in faith, missing what's actually being asked. The Hebrew word translated "kindred" is moledet: your birthplace, yes, but also the whole web of people who define who you are and what you're worth. In the ancient Near East your clan was everything: legal protection, healthcare, social security, and identity all in one. Sick, wronged, or destitute, you survived because your clan caught you.

To leave your moledet was not romantic. It was to become, almost overnight, legally invisible. Relationally unmapped. Socially unprotected. Abram and Sarai don't just lose their home; they lose everyone who would vouch for them. They become what the Bible will call them again and again: strangers. Sojourners. Foreigners.

Not a gap year, not a dream they're chasing. Just two ordinary people at the edge of everything familiar, holding whatever fit in the bag. Strangers in a strange land.

Migration Creates Vulnerability

The journey doesn't get easier once they leave. It gets harder. We get so caught up in the call of verses 1-3 that we breeze past one of the most important lines in the chapter:

4 So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he departed from Haran. 5 Abram took his wife Sarai and his brother's son Lot, and all the possessions that they had gathered, and the persons whom they had acquired in Haran; and they set forth to go to the land of Canaan. When they had come to the land of Canaan, 6 Abram passed through the land to the place at Shechem, to the oak of Moreh. At that time the Canaanites were in the land. 7 Then the Lord appeared to Abram, and said, "To your offspring I will give this land." So he built there an altar to the Lord, who had appeared to him. 8 From there he moved on to the hill country on the east of Bethel, and pitched his tent, with Bethel on the west and Ai on the east; and there he built an altar to the Lord and invoked the name of the Lord. 9 And Abram journeyed on by stages toward the Negeb. 10 Now there was a famine in the land. So Abram went down to Egypt to reside there as an alien, for the famine was severe in the land.
Genesis 12:4-10

Read it slowly. Famine. Severe. And so he went.

This isn't a theological detour, and it's not Abram losing his nerve. It's survival. The land God pointed him toward couldn't feed him, so they did what hungry, displaced people have always done: they moved toward food, toward staying alive.

Scholars sometimes treat this as a test Abram failed. But that sanitizes what famine actually is: children crying, crops failing, the terrible math of how many days until this gets worse. Famine drove the Irish across the Atlantic and Dust Bowl families west; it drives families today across deserts and rivers and borders drawn long after their grandparents were born. People don't leave their home, their language, their moledet because it's easy. They leave because staying has become impossible.

By the time they cross into Egypt they are what the text literally calls them: gerim, resident aliens who arrived without connections, standing, or anyone to vouch for them. And that vulnerability is about to cost them terribly.

God Sees Vulnerable Migrants

Here's where most Sunday school versions go quiet. Abram gets to Egypt, there's a vague "misunderstanding," and we skip to the rescue. But the text won't let us do that.

11 When he was about to enter Egypt, he said to his wife Sarai, "I know well that you are a woman beautiful in appearance; 12 and when the Egyptians see you, they will say, 'This is his wife'; then they will kill me, but they will let you live. 13 Say you are my sister, so that it may go well with me because of you, and that my life may be spared on your account." 14 When Abram entered Egypt the Egyptians saw that the woman was very beautiful. 15When the officials of Pharaoh saw her, they praised her to Pharaoh. And the woman was taken into Pharaoh's house. 16 And for her sake he dealt well with Abram; and he had sheep, oxen, male donkeys, male and female slaves, female donkeys, and camels.
Genesis 12:11-16

Abram is afraid, and his fear isn't irrational. He's a foreign man with no legal standing in a powerful empire, doing the brutal arithmetic every vulnerable person learns when no one will speak for them. But here's what we cannot sanitize: his survival plan puts Sarai at direct risk. He doesn't ask her. He tells her. And she, with even less power than he has, complies. Sarai is taken into Pharaoh's household.

And we cannot leave that sentence as politely as the text does. "Taken into Pharaoh's household" is exactly the kind of phrase that lets us look away. Karen Gonzalez will not. Look back at verse 16: while Sarai is inside that house, Abram prospers. He is paid for her. He grows wealthy, sheep and oxen and servants and camels, off a powerful man's access to his wife's body. Gonzalez calls it by its name: this is human trafficking. Abram commits fraud by passing her off as his sister, he coerces her into a situation she has no way out of, and he profits from her sexual exploitation. Sarai has no voice in any of it. She is doubly displaced: first as a migrant, and then as a woman trafficked inside her own husband's plan to survive. And it is not the last time. In Genesis 20 he does it again, with Abimelech. The father of our faith trafficked his wife, and he did it twice.

Now, some of you are already reaching for the rescue. "But God stopped it. She never actually had to sleep with Pharaoh." I understand why we want that. But that detail is not in Genesis 12. This text never tells us what did or did not happen in that house. We borrow it from Genesis 20, the second time Abraham does this, where God says plainly, "I did not let you touch her." Chapter 12 gives us no such comfort. It just says she was taken, and that Abram got rich. And even if the rescue came in time, look at what "in time" already cost: by verse 16 she had been handed over, priced, made available, living as another man's property while her husband counted his livestock. Trafficking is not only the assault. It is the selling. It is having no voice over your own body. So the real question is not whether God rescued her body in time. It is whether we are willing to see what was already done to her.

This is what vulnerability looks like for the foreign woman, the immigrant woman, across history, and it did not stay in Genesis. Gonzalez points us to Amnesty International's estimate that more than sixty percent of women crossing our southern border are sexually assaulted along the way, and to studies suggesting that as many as eighty percent of trafficking victims are foreign-born women and girls. Sarai carries displacement in her body in ways the men in the story do not, and so do they.

Abram's fear doesn't make him a monster. It makes him human. But the text isn't a model; it's a mirror, and it quietly presses one question on us: who pays the price when the vulnerable are not protected?

And then, right there, in the middle of the worst of it, God moves. Not to congratulate Abram. Not to bless the deception.

17 But the Lord afflicted Pharaoh and his house with great plagues because of Sarai, Abram's wife. 18 So Pharaoh called Abram, and said, "What is this you have done to me? Why did you not tell me that she was your wife? 19 Why did you say, 'She is my sister,' so that I took her for my wife? Now then, here is your wife, take her, and be gone." 20 And Pharaoh gave his men orders concerning him; and they set him on the way, with his wife and all that he had.
Genesis 12:17-20

That little word but is doing enormous work. While Abram has gone silent, while no human being in the story is advocating for Sarai, God is. Pharaoh's house begins to shake, and it shakes because of Sarai. She is not a footnote. She is the one God is paying attention to.

This is the heartbeat of Gonzalez's reading: a God whose gaze falls on the people who've fallen through everyone else's protection. God does not wait for the powerful to do the right thing. God sees the woman in Pharaoh's house. And here is the stubborn, uncomfortable grace of it: God's faithfulness to Sarai does not depend on Abraham's faithfulness to her. The covenant does not pause while Abram fails. Steadfast love is not a reward for good behavior; it is the ground beneath the feet of people stumbling through the dark.

The Landing: Will We See What God Sees?

Abraham and Sarah were migrants: uprooted, displaced, hungry, afraid. They crossed borders they didn't choose and made decisions, some faithful and some desperate. And through all of it, the God who sees never stopped seeing them.

That same God sees every person who has ever packed a life into a single bag and walked into the unknown: every family that has crossed a desert, a river, a checkpoint; every person living without the belonging that makes us feel human. God's gaze does not require documentation.

And here the story stops being about people far away and becomes about us. If God's attention is drawn, again and again, to the stranger and the sojourner and the woman no one will advocate for, then the people who follow this God cannot look away either. We don't get to see immigrants as categories or statistics or talking points. We're asked to see them the way God does: as people. As image-bearers. As someone's family, carrying whatever fit in the bag.

So remember that photograph, the framed picture tied to the top of the bundle, the one thing worth carrying. Somewhere, right now, someone is carrying it. And the question this story leaves us with will follow us out the door: when we see them, will we look away, or will we see what God sees?