Being in prison is a humiliating experience. To be stripped of all you own, to be roughly handled and cast into a cell, to be at the whims of prison guards, with no rights, no entitlements, defenseless and often times alone, surrounded by strangers. Ever since Joseph was cast into a well by his brothers he had be cast into a river of events he had no control over, trying to build a raft out of whatever skills he had in whatever situation he found himself in, only to have his hopes dashed on the rocks and to be cast back into the current. So prison, at least, may have felt like a respite. Sure it was rock bottom, but at least it was solid ground; nowhere to go but up, right?
No, even in prison, while trying to do the right thing, even going so far as to exercise his ministry gifts for his fellow captives, he is betrayed. A friend in need asks for help, which Joseph freely gives. Then, when prosperity comes he forgets about Joseph, leaving him to rot for two full years. Yes, even here, at the bottom, there were things you could still lose.
But Joseph wouldn’t give up the one thing he still had, hope. Hope in a God that let him be sold as a slave, unfairly thrown into prison and forgotten for years. Hope in a God who for all those years never stopped speaking to Joseph, never abandoned him, never stopped favoring him, and beyond all hope Joseph persisted in his faith until God delivered him.
Joseph had more than faith; Joseph was faithful. He lived each day as if God would deliver him the next, and you know the rest of the story—how he was restored, how he was promoted, how even his family came to be fed at his table. Remember that no matter where you are, be faithful to what you know, not just what you see, and God’s favor will move you to the place you need to be.