1 Peter Chapter 3 – A Detailed, Study Bible Commentary
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There’s something about reaching Genesis 50 that feels like hitting the end of a long, kinda dusty but beautiful old road. You can almost taste the sand in the wind, like you’ve been walking with these people for a long time—Jacob, Joseph, Judah, the whole messy, deeply human family. And suddenly, you realize… ah, this is the last chapter. The end of the book. Not the end of the story, of course—God’s stories never end neatly—but the last page of this opening act.
Genesis 50 is like the closing of a door behind you, but you stand there for a second with your hand still touching the handle, thinking about everything that happened. The betrayals, the tears, the miracles, the dreams, the family fights (oh boy, plenty), and the quiet moments where God stepped in gently, sometimes almost unnoticed.
And in this chapter, we deal with two big goodbyes: Jacob’s death and later, Joseph’s death. Endings inside an ending. But also… hope glimmers through, like sunlight poking through curtains early morning. Let’s walk through it together, slowly, a bit unevenly, like two friends just talking.
Joseph falls on Jacob’s face, crying, kissing him. It’s a soft and painful moment. Sometimes Scripture is so blunt but so heavy. You can almost hear Joseph’s sobs echoing through the room… those deep, body-shaking kind that come from love mixed with regret, mixed with relief that the suffering is over.
Death often hits like that. You think you're ready, but when it actually happens your heart just buckles a little. Or a lot.
Joseph, the powerful Egyptian leader, the man who commanded nations, is suddenly just a son losing his dad. Nothing fancy. Nothing royal. Just raw grief.
It’s weird how grief makes everyone equal.
Joseph commands the physicians to embalm Jacob. Not the magicians or priests—the doctors. A small detail but interesting. Maybe Joseph wanted it done respectfully, medically, not with Egyptian religious rituals. Maybe he wanted to honor Jacob without mixing idol practices.
Embaming takes forty days. Mourning lasts seventy days. The whole of Egypt mourns this old Hebrew man, which is wild if you think about it.
Imagine being a shepherd from Canaan and then having a superpower nation pause for your funeral. It shows how respected Joseph was… how much God had elevated him. And because of Joseph, Jacob too was honored.
Sometimes, when God raises you, the blessing spills onto the people connected to you.
After the mourning, Joseph goes to Pharaoh’s house (well, through messengers first, interestingly—maybe he was still unclean from mourning). He asks permission to bury Jacob in the cave of Machpelah, the family burial site.
Pharaoh says yes—actually, his response is generous. “Go, bury your father, as he made you swear.”
It’s beautiful when leaders recognize the sacredness of someone else’s promise, especially a promise between a son and a father.
There’s something in this moment about honoring the past, honoring roots, honoring where you came from—even if your life took you far away, even if it got weird and complicated.
What happens next is like something out of a movie. A procession of officials, elders, chariots, horsemen—basically a royal escort—all heading to Canaan for a funeral.
It’s ironic in a gentle, poetic way. Joseph, who was once thrown into a pit and sold like some cheap object, now leads an imperial procession honoring his father in the land he was stolen from.
Funny how God loops stories around. Not always fast. But always in His timing.
At the threshing floor of Atad, they mourn for seven days. The locals see this huge mourning ceremony and say, “This is a grievous mourning for Egypt,” and the place gets renamed because of it.
I don’t know why, but this part always gives me chills. Like grief echoing across cultures, languages, borders. People seeing an enormous outpouring of sorrow and recognizing its weight, even if they don’t fully understand it.
Sometimes grief becomes a testimony.
They bury Jacob in the cave Abraham bought long ago. The same cave where Abraham and Sarah were buried, where Isaac and Rebekah were buried, where Leah was buried. Jacob finally rests with them.
It’s tender to think of him being laid next to Leah—the wife he didn’t love at first but grew to honor. Life is complicated like that. Love is too. But God saw it all.
Then Joseph and his brothers return to Egypt. Life continues, though not always smoothly…
After Jacob dies, Joseph’s brothers freak out. Like full-on panic mode. They think Joseph might finally take revenge.
You can almost imagine them whispering in corners:
“Dad’s gone. What if Joseph was just waiting? What if now he gets us back for what we did?”
Old guilt is a heavy thing. It sticks to the bones when not dealt with.
They send Joseph a message, basically saying, “Dad told us to tell you to forgive us.” (Was that true? We don’t really know. It might be a sincere relay, or it might be their fear talking.)
Then they come before Joseph and say, “We are your servants.” It’s heartbreaking and awkward at the same time.
Guilt makes people bow when they don’t need to.
Joseph weeps again. The man cries a lot in Genesis, but honestly? It makes him feel real. I trust people more when they cry, when they let truth break out through their eyes.
He tells his brothers:
“Do not be afraid. Am I in the place of God?”
What a line. Joseph refuses to play God. He refuses revenge. He refuses bitterness. Even after everything.
Then the verse that shaped sermons for centuries:
“You meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be saved.”
Joseph’s perspective is like standing on a mountain, looking back at a storm you survived and realizing the storm made you stronger, wiser, softer, kinder. Even though it hurt like crazy at the time.
God’s providence often looks messy up close but beautiful from far away.
Joseph tells them he will take care of them, their children too. Grace overflowing.
Forgiveness isn’t pretending the past didn’t happen—it’s choosing a future that doesn’t repeat it.
Joseph lives to 110 years old. He sees Ephraim’s children, even their grandchildren. That’s a kind of joy that sneaks up on you—watching little ones run around, seeing legacy form like roots stretching deep into the earth.
The text says the children of Machir (son of Manasseh) were “born on Joseph’s knees.” It’s a Hebrew expression meaning Joseph adopted, blessed, or helped raise them.
He wasn’t just a leader. He was a grandfather, a great-grandfather, a gentle old man with wrinkled hands probably smelling faintly of Egyptian oils and old scrolls. I like imagining Joseph at the end—not the powerful ruler, but the old patriarch smiling at kids playing.
As Joseph nears death, he tells his brothers:
“God will visit you and bring you out of this land.”
He doesn’t say maybe or hopefully. He says will. Certainty. Faith. Even after decades of glory in Egypt, he knows Egypt isn’t the final home.
Then he makes them swear to take his bones back to Canaan one day. It's symbolic. It’s like Joseph planting a flag in the future—a declaration that God keeps promises even if fulfillment takes centuries.
It’s wild to think that long after he dies, his bones will travel with the Israelites during the Exodus. Like he was walking with them through the wilderness, still holding onto the promise.
The last verse of Genesis is quiet, almost too quiet:
“So Joseph died… and they put him in a coffin in Egypt.”
Not buried. Not yet. Just waiting.
Genesis ends… with waiting.
Not a heroic ending. Not a final bow. Just a coffin, sitting there, holding a story that isn’t finished.
But honestly, that feels right. Because Genesis is full of beginnings. Seeds planted. Foundations laid. Generation after generation starting something that only God can finish.
It’s a book of people who walk forward even when they don’t know where the next step leads.
Reading Genesis 50 feels like sitting at the end of a long family gathering—where some people stormed off halfway, some cried, some hugged awkwardly, some made up, some didn’t—but at the end of it all there’s this warm glow that somehow… God was holding everything together the whole time.
This chapter shows:
Grief that’s real and unpretended
Forgiveness that’s messy but genuine
Promises that outlive lifetimes
God working even through human mistakes
The importance of roots, identity, legacy
The quiet hope that God isn’t done yet
The whole book of Genesis starts with creation and ends with a coffin. But it isn’t a sad ending—it’s an expectant one. Because the God who created life from nothing can certainly bring hope from a coffin.
And He does.
Exodus is coming. Redemption is coming. Deliverance is coming.
Joseph may be resting, but the story isn’t resting at all.
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