A porch used to be a state of mind, especially in the South. It was a place to wax philosophical about the world and everything wrong with it. It was a place to share news, shuck corn, snap green beans, and catch a breeze. In the year 2014 modern conveniences like air conditioning and refrigeration have caused us to lose the need for fresh air. When we lost that, we lost valuable communication time. Last week I caught a glimpse of the past with a couple of friends.
We are lied to as children and teens and told that one day when we become adults we will be able to do exactly what we want. All too often life gets in the way, and it leaves no time for us to do those things we wish to do. But once in a while stars align, and we end up on the porch with friends, old and new. I found myself on my porch surrounded by friendship, laughter, and cigar smoke. I ended up with an evening that couldn’t possibly have been planned in the best kind of way.
Perhaps the porch atmosphere first exists within ourselves. Maybe the porch is an existential porch before it can be anything else. The people on your porch define your porch. For instance, on my porch I had two friends. One old friend and one brand new friend helped define that porch for me. We are subject to what others will allow us to share withholding judgement. We are also subject to what we feel comfortable sharing and discussing. That particular night felt like a no-holds-barred getting real with ourselves kind of night. That is probably the rarest of porches.
What makes a porch a porch? As I was sitting outside under the stars with my friends talking about everything from philosophy to theology, love to divorce, and all the things that make us humans, I realized I was in a consecrated gathering place. I was in a meeting of sorts, although a very relaxed one, holding council with people that matter about the things of our lives that matter. I watched my concrete (in both senses of the word) porch transform in front of me into a state of mind where I experienced acceptance, thoughtfulness, and companionship. I laughed, I thought deeply, and I listened to two guys that at times I was doing well to catch 5% of what they were talking about. I grew as a person. I considered things. I wrote down books I wanted to read. I never wanted to leave the porch. Why would you want to leave a place that made you glad to be a human? I could have stayed on the porch for days.
How did I end up on this porch? The short answer is relationship. A porch is a starting and ending point. It can be where you greet someone new, or it can be where you watch someone exit. You can turn a stranger on your porch into a friend. Some porches are traveled on everyday. Some people wind up on our porches more than others. In today’s society, we are used to finding our identity in what we have instead of who we are. If we drive a nice car, have a nice job, and have a nice television we must be good people. But what happens when people never get past the porch? Will they still like you when they aren’t going to sit anywhere but the front steps? Can you offer others undivided attention, heartfelt concern, and thought provoking questions? Do you have friends that you can debate whether you are looking at a star or an airplane for 10 minutes straight?
Your porch is what you make it. What kind of porch do you sit on? Some people have a hard time seeing past themselves, but a porch can help you see the world in a different way. It can be a place to share humanness, struggles, and advice. It can make new friends seem like old friends. It can remind you why your old friends are still your friends after all these years. Sometimes the easiest way to go somewhere is to stay on the porch, and the places you end up may be out of this world.