rev. dan king
let’s walk this faith together.
Author, Episcopal deacon, and speaker. Writing for 19 years on Scripture, prayer, service, and ancient practices that meet us at the intersection of everyday life.
Holy Rhythms for Hurting Hearts
Essays on Mental Health and Ancient Church Practices
Holy Rhythms for Hurting Hearts is a collection of deeply personal and pastoral essays exploring how ancient Christian practices can meet us in the middle of modern mental health struggles. Whether you’re navigating anxiety, burnout, grief, or simply longing for peace in a chaotic world, this book offers a gentle invitation to find healing through sacred rhythms like prayer, Sabbath, liturgy, service, and more.
Written with honesty and hope, this book doesn’t offer quick fixes. Instead, it points to the beauty of slowing down, showing up, and rooting yourself in practices that have carried the Church through centuries of both suffering and joy.
Author · Episcopal Deacon · Speaker · blogging since 2007
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choosing to rise above it
[serialposts]“What are you doing,” H asks me playfully as he barges through the door. We make eye contact and the smile on his face slides to a solemn slant as he pads his way slowly into the room. “Are you crying,” he asks before I can answer his first question....
while we were still sinners
Weak. Ungodly. Sinner. That's exactly what I once was. (And sometimes still am.) But thankfully, God had a different plan for me. He wasn't accepting of those labels which I and other people put on me. Paul writes in his letter to the Romans, For while we were still...
one reason you shouldn’t ditch the spaghetti luncheon
My spiritual mentor is tiny in stature, yet fierce in strength. If you walked into a room, you wouldn’t notice her. Soft spoken voice and quiet laugh, she blends into a crowd. I met Eileen when my husband and I attended a lunch at a new church. Before we walked...
in which i stretch out my palms
I stretch out on the blue carpet in front of the family room fireplace, palms up. And I beg God to let me feel the pain, to identify with what Jesus experienced as spikes seared his flesh. But as I wait in the stillness, I sense these words. "It is finished. Done....
casting stones
Sitting there, in the comfort of my private family room, watching Lance Armstrong confess his sins on public television, the edges of my mouth tightened in disgust. God help me, that was my first reaction--not pity, not sorrow for him, but disgust at the size of his...
on leaving your mark
Six-year-old me stood on a new boardwalk in Northern Michigan and looked down. Initials and names etched patterns into the wood, and I wondered why someone would ruin fresh boards, boards still smelling of new wood. I wished for a pen or a rock. I wanted my name...
pondering a fall
She'd just climbed up and in when it fell apart and down. The neighbor man made it for my mother-in-love and her sister when they were young. "The last girl to get married," he said, "gets to keep it." Mom gave the set to us shortly after our wedding. That bed's...
the sacrament of motherhood’s ecumenical moments
It's Sunday morning and we do not find ourselves filling a pew. Instead, I am home alone with the mighty seven. For once, not locking myself in the bathroom to find a moment of peace and quiet, but internally hushed with open eyes in the trenches. And finding...
serving others with hearts, glitter, and unicorns
A rag-tag group of elementary students sat at a table and hand-crafted Valentine’s cards. The cards would be delivered to shut-ins of the church. In the pile of crayon smears and scratchy writing lay my daughter’s card. She has a flair for the dramatic, so the card...
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05.31.2026 Trinity Sunday Sermon
