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The Calling is an American crime procedural drama television series created by David E. Kelley for Peacock. It is adapted from Dror Mishani's 2011 novel The Missing File.[1] All 8 episodes of the first season premiered on November 10, 2022.[2]
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In October 2021, it was announced that Peacock had given a straight to series order to The Missing from David E. Kelley based on Dror Mishani's novel The Missing File.[4] The next month it was announced Jeff Wilbusch would play the lead character, Avraham Avraham.[5]
The review aggregator website Rotten Tomatoes reported a 25% approval rating with an average rating of 5.7/10, based on 12 critic reviews. The website's critics consensus reads, "Hollowing out an intriguing idea with simpleminded execution, this rote spiritual procedural goes to prove that some callings aren't worth answering."[6] Metacritic, which uses a weighted average, assigned a score of 42 out of 100 based on 9 critics, indicating "mixed or average reviews".[7]
Duck and goose hunting is a solid weather game, and this season Mother Nature threw us all a few curveballs in the Pacific Northwest. In midseason we saw extreme temps and freezing digits that were enough to make even the most waterfowl-obsessed people question their sanity. Heck, we all want that perfect windy, cold, bluebird day, when the birds just come dumping into your setup. Instead, we had negative degrees, everything freezing up and some confused birds.
As we head full steam into the latter part of the season, new birds are beginning to cycle in, setting the stage for what could be an epic last few weeks. Although we may have limited time in the season, if you can get out in the blind or on the water, the birds should still be abundant. It can be easy for both new and seasoned waterfowlers to get discouraged with these wary late-season birds, but they are VERY huntable. If I could give you two simple tips to throw into your blind bag as we roll into the end of the season, they would be: keep your calling simple and your hide complete.
The Valley of Dependence is a season of adversity intentionally orchestrated by God to shape our Life Messages (calling) and foster a deeper reliance on Him. On average, this valley lasts around 2.5 years. It begins when the success and prosperity we experienced during the Mountaintop of Natural Promotion suddenly come to a halt, often due to the presence of pride.
However, amidst the challenges, God is at work to deepen our dependence on Him. Often, He addresses a negative event or a flaw in our character, such as arrogance or self-sufficiency, that leads us into this valley. Initially, we might resist entering this season and grappling with the discomfort it stirs within us.
Yet, it is through this journey of dependence that we begin to experience a whole new level of reliance on God. Our life is no longer centered around our own strength and abilities, but rather, we learn to place our trust in His guidance and provision.
As my late twenties unfolded, the landscape of my journey took a somber turn. In 2007, my church, a cornerstone of my spiritual upbringing, fractured under the weight of internal conflict. This rupture was heart-wrenching for me, almost like a child going through a parental divorce. Our Senior Pastor left the old church, leading a group of people to establish a new church.
My wife and I, grappling with this painful decision, chose to embark on this new church plant as part of the pioneering team. It meant, however, parting ways with lifelong friends who had shared our spiritual voyage. My previous church was one in which I grew up. It was like an old family to me. Leaving it in
Starting our new church was anything but simple. I took on the role of interpreter, translating Chinese sermons into English, and for a time, I served as one of the elders in our fledgling congregation.
During this time, I saw that God was with us. We could see His presence in what we were doing. The size of the congregation grew, and many new believers came to know the Lord and were baptised. We even merged with another Chinese national church. My ministry focus was dedicated to the youth, and in 2008, I delivered my first sermon at a youth evangelistic rally, exploring the themes of relationships and the meaning of life. Concurrently, I embarked on my theological education with the Biblical Graduate School of Theology (BGST) in 2008.
Deep within my heart, the memory of the church conflict continued to haunt me. Every time I thought about my previous church, I felt a mix of guilt and sadness over how things had ended. I remembered the faces of people who were once friends, now separated by differences and disagreements. The emotional wounds ran deep and seemed to never heal.
I tried to find some kind of reconciliation in my heart, searching for a way to heal the division between the two churches. I am still praying for a spirit of unity and love so that we can move past our differences and rebuild what was broken.
In 2011, my son joined our family, deepening our sense of happiness and, simultaneously, the demands of family life. Juggling the roles of parent, breadwinner, and serving in church, I found myself experiencing an inward burnout. I started to make mistakes in my judgment calls. I was also serving with a wound from the church split. All this was unhealthy for the youth group I was leading at that time.
This was a wake-up call for me. All along I thought I was the younger prodigal son. But I realized that my hypocrisy and spiritual pride was more similar to the jealous elder son. I tried so hard to serve God, to live up to the Christian code, to do things for me. Yet all this while I did not trust that He loved me unconditionally in Christ.
The Lord is gracious to lift them one by one. I wish I could write out every journal entry on the blog, but many are rather private struggles of my own heart, and only He and myself and probably my wife can understand.
Over the next 3 years, the dark seeds of doubt festered and grew. I was not doubting the existence of God. I was doubting His goodness. My faith went through a crisis as I wrestled with these doubts and bouts of depression.
In 2011, another heartbreaking event shook my world. My dear senior pastor, Reverend Lai, lost his battle with cancer after fighting for over a year. His passing was a heavy blow, casting a deep shadow over my already depressed soul.
The following 3 years were the darkest period in my spiritual life. I discontinued my theological studies, partly because of parenting demands, and partly because my heart became so discouraged and disillusioned from the recent events.
In my pursuit of financial freedom, I explored investments and even speculative ventures. I met an investment coach during one of my courses who agreed to mentor me. What started cautiously soon became an obsession.
Urged by my so-called mentor, I delved deep into the intricacies of fundamental and technical analysis, trying to navigate the unpredictable financial markets. When he formed an investment group, he asked me to join up. Together, we coached other learners on investing in the various financial markets.
At one point, I became so engrossed that I executed a trade while driving, closing it before I even stopped. My mind was consumed by financial news and this whole idea of passive income. But trading my time, and my life away, is anything but passive.
In my pursuit of financial success, I found myself torn internally. I questioned whether my actions aligned with my core values. Had I traded the message of the cross for the shallow promise of financial freedom?
At work, my role as a teacher, once a source of fulfillment, started feeling burdensome. The idea of financial freedom, echoing in my mind, overshadowed my profession, suggesting that work was undesirable.
Amidst this turmoil, my investments proved far from successful. I watched tens of thousands of dollars disappear into non-performing assets. Money, I discovered, could be a diligent worker but a terrible master.
Gradually, the Lord restored both my ministry within the church, as well as my sense of purpose as a teacher. In the process, my pastors and elders helped me work through some of my erroneous thinking about wealth. I realized that I was really depending on myself to find security and fulfillment in life. From this I repent, and I still continue to repent to this day. This is going to be a recurring theme in my life.
In 2014, I resumed my duties as one of the church interpreters. I also began to speak in some of the newly launched youth services. The return to ministry also reignited the fire for evangelism within me.
At work, something unexpected happened. I was leading an overseas immersion trip with my students to China. One night, I was unable to sleep. I prayed and meditated on 2 Kings 22, and a profound realization struck me like lightning.
The text was about how King Jehoshaphat (the godly king of Judah) agreed to ally himself with King Ahab (the ungodly king of Israel) to wage war on Aram. Jehoshaphat did so in spite of the warning of the prophet Micaiah, and foolishly agreed to disguise himself as King Ahab. This almost got him killed until he cried out to the LORD at the last minute, and the LORD delivered him.
What I came to realize was: that I was no different from King Jehoshaphat. I ignored the warnings from God and listened to the advice of greedy people. I put myself in spiritual danger through the foolish decisions I made.
This decisive break was significant in that it cemented my decision to shift my dependence from worldly wealth to God. From this point, my passion for teaching returned. I rejected the false idea of gaining financial freedom to be free from work. Work is an avenue for me to serve my God, through teaching the students He entrusted to me.
Secondly, it showed me how easily I can get influenced by what I read and feed on. The kind of content I consume can fill my mind and alter my priorities and values. I need to be very careful what I read. When I resumed my theological studies and filled my mind with the truths of God, the lies of this world lost its grip on me.
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