06/04/2026
Musings from Molly+
This week is my last official class of my latest journey of learning; my degree will be a doctorate of ministry. What a joy! Studying wonder through reading books, participating in lectures, great conversations and food, a whole lot of laughter, and having to navigate the communication quirks of an institution has opened me up even more to God (and people too. Obviously!!). It’s been a real gift and I’m really, really grateful.
Yet this gift is always present and possible, even without a program. For many years, this kind of experience wasn’t a possibility for me. I was a single parent without many resources and there were many more pressing needs. I couldn’t afford it. But that didn’t mean that I wasn’t learning to love God even more. As my Spiritual Director reminds me, everything can be a portal.
A portal is a gateway, a doorway to another place, a beckoning to another reality. Portals can be glorious experiences where we know God’s love so clearly. They can be our work-a-day lives that are lived without much glory, where we learn faithfulness and even frustration. And they can be there even in our suffering, as we learn to move closer to God because there is nothing else besides God to offer hope, because everything is collapsing. Yet there it is, a quiet whispering, a slow inviting to see everything another way, to see the inbreaking of God’s kin-dom, to see God a little more clearly, learning just a little at a time how to better love God and our neighbor. There it is, the portal (!), just peeking around the corner, in the quiet of the evening. I know you can find it.
