Front porches & kitchen tables

While reading, “Finding Grace Around the Kitchen Table” (NYT 10.1.17) I found myself thinking about the book Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, where the powers that be did away with front porches in their effort to eliminate communication. Clarisse points out that porches were a place to sit and talk or merely contemplate life. It was claimed the architects didn't like the look of them but her Uncle said that the real reason was that it supported the "the wrong kind of social life." The state didn't want people debating and sharing ideas.

Here are a few ideas from the article to ponder—

~ Our Facebook friends are probably not going to water our flowers while we are on vacation and our Twitter followers will not bring us a meal if we are sick. But the actual human being next door might do both if we meet him.

~ Preparing a home cooked meal and inviting people over, both those we know and those we want to know, forces us to find common ground.

~ Every person has a story to tell. It is in our best interests to know the stranger next door has one too and that even if they disagree on much, they can still be friends.

This all filled me with gratitude that much of my life is spent in bringing people and books together—to know the stories of another, in the effort to better understand ourselves and others.  To read is to step inside the shoes of a person’s story, to practice radical hospitality in an attempt to understand and make connections with people we know and people we don’t yet know.  Telling and listening to one another’s stories is what makes us human.