Front Porch Tales: Warm Hearted Stories of Family, Faith, Laughter and Love
By Philip Gulley and Paul Harvey
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Master storyteller Philip Gulley shares tender and hilarious real-life moments that capture the important truths of everyday life.
When Philip Gulley began writing newsletter essays for the twelve members of his Quaker meeting in Indiana, he had no idea one of them would find its way to radio commentator Paul Harvey Jr. and be read on the air to twenty-four million people. Fourteen books later, with more than a million books in print, Gulley still entertains as well as inspires from his small-town front porch.
“Perhaps more things were resolved on America’s front porches than in any other place, and yet so few are being used today. With this delightful collection of stories, told in a warm and easy style, Philip Gulley invites us to sit again on the front porch—a place of hearth, home, and folks we’ve known.” —Gary Smalley, bestselling author and family relationship expert
“The tales Philip Gulley unveils are tender and humorous . . . filled with sudden, unexpected, lump-in-the-throat poignancy.” —Paul Harvey, Jr., American radio broadcaster
Philip Gulley
Philip Gulley is a Quaker minister, writer, husband, and father. He is the bestselling author of Front Porch Tales, the acclaimed Harmony series, and is coauthor of If Grace Is True and If God Is Love. Gulley lives with his wife and two sons in Indiana, and is a frequent speaker at churches, colleges, and retreat centers across the country.
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Reviews for Front Porch Tales
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a lovely read! Each chapter is a seperate story that stands alone.You can pick this up and put it down over the course of time. The stories are snippets of his memories,events and people in his life.They are touching and inspirational and many are the typical Gulley humor. Different from the Harmony series. Very enjoyable,and touching.Perfect read for anytime of life.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Gulley is a Quaker minister who lives in a small town in Indiana. I love his humorous novels set in the small town of Harmony (starting with Home to Harmony). This, however, is nonfiction – a collection of essays on life, love, community and faith. I appreciate the way Gulley draws from the small experiences in life. I suspect his sermons would be much like conversing with a neighbor on a front porch, sharing lessons learned over the years. This little volume, like much of Gulley’s writing, inspires me to try to be a better person, kinder, more tolerant, more industrious, more generous (especially with my time). His works also remind me to stop and recognize all the many ways I am blessed, and to be thankful. One thing I’m thankful for is that Philip Gulley has shared the gift of his insight with us, his readers.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a lovely little book. The "tales" seem to be short tales of wisdom and encouragement that this Quaker minister delivered or would deliver to his Friends meetings. They are certainly Christian in content, which made his funny and insightful commentary on the people he knew loving instead of harsh or mean-spirited. And Gulley IS funny! Laughing-out-loud, read-it-to-your-spouse kind of funny. I thoroughly enjoyed this little book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5If oatmeal were a book -- warming and comforting, soft, wholesome, soothing, good but good for you, and just like home on the days that home is just right-- that's what Gulley's stories would be. They remind me of the softer side of the people I know and love, the silver lining of those inconveniences that are a part of every life, and so many of the reasons that I need God, and reminders of His goodness, in my life more than I have ever needed anything else.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5More Gulley. I wish I had a preacher like him. Until I do,I've still got several more Gulleys to go.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Wonderful inspirational stories about the way life used to be and how it should be, told with a dash of humor and self-awareness. A step above the usual.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Very funny. This book is a great read for one who wishes to sit back on the front porch with a tall glass of sweet tea and listen to a man tell about his life among a small Quaker church which he pastors.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This book is a great resource for me in writing sermons because it consists of short fictional stories with a simple, but purposeful point.
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Front Porch Tales - Philip Gulley
Growing Roots
Had an old neighbor when I was growing up named Doctor Gibbs. He didn’t look like any doctor I’d ever known. Every time I saw him, he was wearing denim overalls and a straw hat, the front brim of which was green sunglass plastic. He smiled a lot, a smile that matched his hat—old and crinkly and well-worn. He never yelled at us for playing in his yard. I remember him as someone who was a lot nicer than circumstances warranted.
When Doctor Gibbs wasn’t saving lives, he was planting trees. His house sat on ten acres, and his life-goal was to make it a forest. The good doctor had some interesting theories concerning plant husbandry. He came from the No pain, no gain
school of horticulture. He never watered his new trees, which flew in the face of conventional wisdom. Once I asked why. He said that watering plants spoiled them, and that if you water them, each successive tree generation will grow weaker and weaker. So you have to make things rough for them and weed out the weenie trees early on.
He talked about how watering trees made for shallow roots, and how trees that weren’t watered had to grow deep roots in search of moisture. I took him to mean that deep roots were to be treasured.
So he never watered his trees. He’d plant an oak and, instead of watering it every morning, he’d beat it with a rolled up newspaper. Smack! Slap! Pow! I asked him why he did that, and he said it was to get the tree’s attention.
Doctor Gibbs went to glory a couple years after I left home. Every now and again, I walk by his house and look at the trees that I’d watched him plant some twenty-five years ago. They’re granite strong now. Big and robust. Those trees wake up in the morning and beat their chests and drink their coffee black.
I planted a couple trees a few years back. Carried water to them for a solid summer. Sprayed them. Prayed over them. The whole nine yards. Two years of coddling has resulted in trees that expect to be waited on hand and foot. Whenever a cold wind blows in, they tremble and chatter their branches. Sissy trees.
Funny thing about those trees of Doctor Gibbs. Adversity and deprivation seemed to benefit them in ways comfort and ease never could.
Every night before I go to bed, I go check on my two sons. I stand over them and watch their little bodies, the rising and falling of life within. I often pray for them. Mostly I pray that their lives will be easy. Lord, spare them from hardship.
But lately I’ve been thinking that it’s time to change my prayer.
Has to do with the inevitability of cold winds that hit us at the core. I know my children are going to encounter hardship, and my praying they won’t is naive. There’s always a cold wind blowing somewhere.
So I’m changing my eventide prayer. Because life is tough, whether we want it to be or not. Instead, I’m going to pray that my sons’ roots grow deep, so they can draw strength from the hidden sources of the eternal God.
Too many times we pray for ease, but that’s a prayer seldom met. What we need to do is pray for roots that reach deep into the Eternal, so when the rains fall and the winds blow, we won’t be swept asunder.
The Front Porch Classroom
When I was in the fourth grade, I was offered a job as a paper boy. It didn’t pay much money, but I knew having a job would build my character so I took it, good character being important to fourth-graders. My lessons started the first day on the job. A customer paying his bill asked me if I wanted a tip, and I said, Sure.
He said, Stay away from wild women.
One of my customers was a lady named Mrs. Stanley. She was a widow and not prone to wild living, so I took to lingering on her front porch during my rounds. She’d watch for me to come down her street, and by the time I’d pedaled up to her house, there’d be a slushy bottle of Coke waiting for me. I’d sit and drink while she talked. That was our understanding—I drank, she talked.
The widow Stanley talked mostly about her dead husband, Roger. Roger and I went grocery shopping this morning over to the IGA,
she’d say. The first time she said that, the Coke went up my nose. That was back in the days when Coke going up your nose wasn’t a crime, just a mite uncomfortable.
Went home and told my father about Mrs. Stanley and how she talked as if Mr. Stanley were still alive. Dad said she was probably lonely, and that maybe I just ought to sit and listen and nod my head and smile, and maybe she’d work it out of her system. So that’s what I did. I figured this was where the character-building came into play. Turned out Dad was right. After a few summers, she seemed content to leave her husband over at the South Cemetery.
Nowadays, we’d send Mrs. Stanley to a psychiatrist. But all she had back then was a front porch rocker and her paper boy’s ear, which turned out to be enough.
I quit my paper route after her healing. Moved on to the lucrative business of lawn mowing. Didn’t see the widow Stanley for several years. Then we crossed paths up at the Christian Church’s annual fund-raiser dinner. She was standing behind the steam table spooning out mashed potatoes and looking radiant. Four years before she’d had to bribe her paper boy with a Coke to have someone to talk with; now she had friends brimming over. Her husband was gone, but life went on. She had her community and was luminous with love.
Community is a beautiful thing; sometimes it even heals us and makes us better than we would otherwise be.
I live in the city now. My front porch is a concrete slab. And my paper boy is a lady named Edna with three kids and a twelve-year-old Honda. Every day she asks me how I’m doing. When I don’t say fine,
she sticks around long enough to find out why. She’s such a nice lady that sometimes I act as if I have a problem, just so she’ll tarry. She’s lived in the city all her life, but she knows about community, too.
Community isn’t so much a locale as it is a state of mind. You find it whenever folks ask how you’re doing because they care, and not because they’re getting paid to inquire.
Two thousand years ago, a church elder named Peter wrote the recipe for community. Above all else,
he wrote, hold unfailing your love for one another, since love covers a multitude of sins
(1 Peter 4:8). That means when you love a person, you occasionally have to turn a blind eye toward their shortcomings.
Kind of like what my dad told me about the widow Stanley. Sometimes it’s better to nod your head and smile.
Psychiatrists call that enabling denial,
but back when I delivered papers, we called it compassion.
When the Tree Went Crashing
A friend of mine has a bunch of college degrees. I was really impressed until he told me he was going to another city to deliver a paper. Heck, I was delivering papers in the fourth grade. One of my customers was a Quaker widow named Mrs. Harvey. When weather permitted, she’d sit on her front porch swing, waiting for the paper and a conversation. I’d pull up a rocking chair, and we’d sit and visit underneath the shade of the maple tree which stood guard over the porch.
One day she asked me if I would work as her yard boy. She had a big yard, almost two acres, which she wanted mowed with a push mower since riding mowers didn’t do a very good job. She was emphatic about that and, since I didn’t have a riding mower, I agreed with her.
I’d