Stitched Together
Rev. Jaz Bowen-Waring
September 12, 2026
I want to start with Dolly Parton. Specifically, I want to start with a coat. “Coat of Many Colors” is one of Dolly's most beloved songs. She tells the story of a coat her mother made for her when the family didn't have much money. Her mother took scraps of fabric and stitched them together into something beautiful. Dolly wore that coat to school, and the other children laughed at her because they could see what she couldn't afford. But Dolly saw something different. She saw her mother's love. I think it is interesting that Dolly Parton's story about a coat is, in some ways, the same story we find in Genesis. Because Joseph also has a coat. His father Jacob gives him a special coat, and his brothers see it. But they don't see love. They see favoritism. They see inequality. They see everything they believe they have been denied. And that coat becomes a symbol of the resentment they already carry toward Joseph. Eventually, they strip the coat from him, throw him into a pit, and sell him into slavery. Dolly's coat becomes a symbol of love. Joseph's coat becomes a symbol of betrayal. Same image, two stories. And maybe that's what happens with the things we carry through our lives. The same kind of thing can become a symbol of shame or a symbol of love. A wound can become the story that defines us—or it can become one piece of a much larger story. That's where Joseph's story gets really interesting. Because years later, those brothers are standing in front of Joseph again. The coat is long gone, but the betrayal is not. They remember what they did, and they are afraid that Joseph remembers, too. They are right. Joseph does remember. And Joseph says: “You intended to do harm to me, but God intended it for good.” Notice what Joseph does not say. He doesn't say, “It wasn't really that bad.” or “I forgot.” or “You didn't mean it.” He names the harm: You intended to do harm to me. Joseph remembers, and yet the harm does not get to determine what happens next. That's an important distinction when we talk about forgiveness. Because sometimes Christianity has taught us that forgiveness means forgetting. Forgive and forget. But Joseph doesn't forget. He remembers the coat, the pit, the betrayal. And still, somehow, he refuses to let his brothers' actions have the final word about who he will become. That's what I think forgiveness can sometimes mean. Not pretending trust has been restored, but refusing to let someone else's harm become the final chapter of your story. And notice something else about Joseph: It took time. Years passed between the harm and this moment. Joseph had a whole life in between. He had time to survive, grieve. Time to grow. Time to become someone beyond what his brothers had done to him. Forgiveness is not a deadline. Paul's words in Romans give us another piece of this. He's talking about a community where people don't agree. They have different convictions, different practices, different ideas about what faithfulness looks like. And Paul's response is: Stop judging one another. Make room. Don't assume that your experience is everybody else's experience. That matters when we're talking about forgiveness, because people heal at different speeds. Some people are ready to forgive, some aren’t. Some people want reconciliation, some need distance. Some people can sit at the same table again. Some people need an empty chair between themselves and the person who hurt them. And the church has to make room for that. Because the person who caused the harm doesn't get to set the timeline for healing. Neither does the rest of the community. Sometimes the most loving thing we can say to someone who has been hurt is: You don't have to be ready yet. And then Peter asks Jesus: “How often should I forgive?” Peter wants a number. Seven times? And Jesus says: Seventy-seven (or seventy times seven). Stop counting. But Jesus is not telling people to accept unlimited harm. The parable that follows is about mercy that actually changes us. The servant receives extraordinary mercy and then turns around and refuses to extend mercy to someone else. The problem isn't that he was forgiven. The problem is that nothing changed. That gives us something important to remember: Forgiveness is not the same thing as repair. Repair requires truth. It requires accountability. It requires change. And it takes time. An apology can happen in a moment. Trust cannot. Which brings me back to Dolly's coat. Because Joseph's coat was originally a symbol of his father's favoritism and his brothers' resentment. Dolly's coat was made out of scraps that other people might have considered worthless. But her mother stitched those scraps together and made something beautiful. And I wonder if that's part of what God does with our lives. God doesn't ask us to pretend the scraps aren't there. God doesn't ask survivors to hurry up and forgive so everyone else can feel comfortable. God doesn't ask us to call harm good. God takes what is real—the beautiful pieces and the painful pieces, the things we chose and the things that were done to us—and keeps stitching. Grace upon grace. Truth upon truth. Mercy upon mercy. Until, slowly, we discover that the things we thought would always be sources of shame or pain no longer have the power to define the whole story. Joseph's brothers tried to make his coat a symbol of division. But Joseph's life became a testimony that their violence would not have the final word. Dolly's classmates saw a poor child's coat. Dolly saw love. Two coats, two stories. And perhaps the question of faith is not whether we will have scraps. We all will. The question is: Who gets to decide what they mean? Will the people who hurt us get to write the final chapter? Will shame and resentment get the final word? Or will we trust that God is still stitching us together? And maybe that's what forgiveness looks like. Not becoming okay with what happened, or rushing toward reconciliation. But, over time, becoming free enough to decide what happens next. Because forgiveness is not a deadline. Healing is not a race. And God's love is patient enough to let us become whole. The coat may still have its scars and seams and scraps. But it can still be beautiful. And the story can still become something new.