Community Member Emily Hylden

Emily Hylden

The Rev. Emily Hylden relishes wearing different hats; it began with her active imagination as an elementary-school student. Currently, she serves as vicar of St. Augustine’s Oak Cliff.

She has served served as a yoga instructor, as assistant to the pastor of Downtown Church, a PCUSA church plant, as canon for young adult ministries at Trinity Cathedral in Columbia, and as curate at the Church of St. Michael and St. George in St. Louis.

She was confirmed in the Episcopal Church in 2009 after she fell in love with the Daily Office and the reverence she witnessed in Anglican worship. Soon after, she matriculated at Duke Divinity School and answered a call to ordination. Since childhood, she’s felt most at home cooking, baking, and hosting parties — one might say that’s still the crux of her work as a priest.

Emily loves exploring Dallas with her husband, Jordan, also an Episcopal priest, and their sons, Charles and Don Grady. She blogs on spirituality and food at hope of things not seen.

Awaiting a Superhero

By Emily Hylden On the way to school this past month, my four-year-old told me, sadly and gravely, that there were no real superheroes. His friend at school had told him so, and as a tender-hearted boy who s... Read More...

More Women Ought to be Churched

There are plenty of rituals bursting into the lives of childbearing women in the United States today.

Mrs. Maisel’s Mistake

It seems passé for a 21st-century streaming series to send the message that a woman can’t have it all. So what gives?

Grief and the Presence of God

The desire, and lack of solution, for more attention to God continues to gnaw at the corners of my mind and heart. And then this past weekend, my dog died.

None Righteous, No Not One

To admit disaster to our Father in heaven: this is the found coin, the recovered sheep.

The humility of travel (with children)

It was the proverbial first time we had flown with our son.

The sharpening joy of motherhood

Every relationship invites us into new sharpening from God.

After birth

I fell deep and headlong into a pothole: preparing for the birth of my first child, but not what came afterward.