The story of Joseph and his brothers is one of the most well-known in the entire Bible. And yet, the story – for all its familiarity, for all its child-like simplicity -- is darker than the one we might remember learning as a child. Indeed, a sober reading of the text reveals that this is no child's story at all. What are we to make of this story of near-fratricide? What enduring meaning does it hold out to us?