It is not in me; God will give Pharaoh a favorable answer. —Genesis 41:16, ESV
Pharaoh woke up from his slumber, ridden with the slight bit of fear, but an even greater sense of intrigue. He called every wise man in the kingdom and afar to answer him this ungodly puzzle he was surely given to decipher. And, of course, every one had a different answer ranging from conspiracy theories to a curious ring of weakling sons to a sexual awakening of sorts with seven unloved concubines —but, alas, nothing worked. Nothing ever worked.
And yet, he still felt alone as each and every one of his inmates regained their freedom in society. He lead the produce, yes; he supervised the chariots, yes; he played some awesome music, yes. But nostalgia crept in him —a nostalgia deeply embedded in the imagined cries of his father for his fate. If only there was a way he could ever see him again...
"I remember this man", suddenly the royal cup-bearer opened his lips, "who interpreted my dream..." He explained the conundrum to the Pharaoh, who listened to him with the most attentive of ears. Something of this never made sense..."Hebrew?...Young?...Slave?...Hebrew?" He wasn't much convinced, but he had to see this boy.
After Pharaoh crying about his dream, he asked Joseph, "Can you please tell me what it means?"
To which Joseph answered with a smile on his face, "I cannot do it...But God will." And he proceeded to tell the revelation.