My 3-year-old grandson was riding along with me to MeMaw’s house. He wasn’t in a very agreeable mood. To cheer him up I told him we were having pot roast for dinner (that’s one of his favorites). He said he didn’t want pot roast he wanted chicken, rice & corn. I asked him if he would rather I pull the car over & ask the people in the next house if they were having chicken for dinner. He could eat with those people rather than MeMaw & me. He said, “Yes.” When I passed the house he told me to turn around.

Plan B: I said he could eat with MeMaw’s friend Shirley that lived across the street from us. He also liked that idea & kept asking if we were at Shirley’s house yet. When we finally got home Shirley was sitting out on her porch but he didn’t want to eat with her after all.

I think that 3-year-old was calling my bluff. What I’m I going to do when he’s 5? In today’s text James warns us against grumbling. God doesn’t bluff He disciplines.

– Pastor Joel Everhart