So, let’s reflect on what is about to happen with Jacob in Genesis 46. If you had a favorite child die around 17 or 18 and had mourned and after a long time put it out of your mind; could you imagine the feelings as he suddenly shows up alive? I can’t think of a more unbelievable, surprising, exuberant, joy unspeakable, no words can describe its blessing. I am on the verge of tears thinking about it. Jacob was so messed up he said; “I will not be comforted.” But now, out of the years of disenchantment, out of the phobic solitary, out of the entangled web of biting sour, out of the aridity of barren desert gloom and out of the abysmal depths of tortured heart and daunting spirit, the unthinkable happens. Joseph is alive! Joseph is alive! My son is alive! Awe, the thrill! And then the embrace!…