Through the lens of Man
The feasts — sacred time
There is a particular quiet ministry that the men of Israel were given. They led the family in keeping the feasts.
The father told the children the story at the Passover. When your son asks, ‘What does this ceremony mean to you?’ you will reply… (Ex 12:26–27). The father blew the trumpet at the new moon. The father led the family up to Jerusalem for the festivals. The man’s job was to be the keeper of the calendar — the one who made sure the family rehearsed the story.
Most of the men I know have outsourced this. To pastors. To wives. To Christian schools. To podcasts. To the church calendar. Not their own job anymore. And the result is Christian families that don’t know their own story very well.
The invitation is older than evangelicalism. You are the one who tells the kids the story. You are the one who marks the feast. You are the one who keeps the calendar. Even imperfectly. Even briefly. Even just at one meal.
One small thing today: pick one upcoming sacred moment — a Sunday, an Easter, a Christmas — and plan to lead something. A prayer. A story. A small ceremony. Be the man who keeps the calendar in your house.