I still remember the Father’s Day when our church handed out fun dress sock’s for Fathers Day. It was a nice gesture, but as I watched men file out after service, socks in hand, I couldn’t shake the feeling we’d missed something bigger. These weren’t just dads needing recognition—they were men hungry for direction, drowning in the weight of raising kids in a broken world, wondering if they had what it takes to lead their families well. That’s when it hit me: Father’s Day isn...
