Let’s bring back the front porch. Some of the most meaningful moments in my life have unfolded on our front porch. I’ve spent hours there working, playing, conversing, and praying. This space isn’t unique to me – porches have long been a hallmark of American architecture, especially in the South, where they offered relief from stifling indoor heat. Though they fell out of favor during the air-conditioning boom of the early 21st century, front porches are making a quiet comeback.

The American architect Andrew Jackson Downing once said, “A house without a front porch is as insignificant as a book without a title page.” I tend to agree.

The porch is more than an architectural feature; it’s a liminal space—a threshold between the public and private, the home and the world, the natural and the human-made. Wendell Berry, in his poem “They Sit Together on the Porch,” used it to symbolize the transition between birth and death. Ecological educator Claude Stephens calls it “a stage for how life unfolds between the public sphere and the private sphere… the most interesting parts of life happen in the cracks between.”

In this way, the porch becomes sacred – a space of transition, communion, and rest.

Reclaiming community: The front porch as a gathering place

What does one do on a front porch? The short answer: you sit. The long answer: you live.

Evenings on the porch are often when families reconnect. Drinks are poured, stories are shared, and the screen stays inside. It’s a chance to process the day with one another, to laugh, to be heard, and to be still.

But porches aren’t just for families – they’re for neighbors too. Even a simple wave or smile across the yard reminds us we belong to something bigger than ourselves. It’s a subtle but powerful antidote to isolation.

Across North America, “porchfests” now celebrate this spirit. Neighbors host mini-concerts from their porches, and music spills down the streets. The porch becomes a literal stage for joy.

In my family, the porch was never just a place to rest – it was where we sang, laughed, and stitched our daily lives back together.

A safe place for a mess

Because the porch sits between indoors and outdoors, it naturally invites a little more mess—and a lot more honesty. It’s the zone for bubbles, playdough, cushions in disarray, and spontaneous fun.

It’s also where some of my deepest, hardest conversations happened.

Perhaps it’s the openness, or the gentle hush of evening, or the comfort of fireflies blinking on the lawn. Something about the porch makes it a safe space for emotional vulnerability. It’s not quite home, not quite “out there”—but it’s familiar, soft, forgiving.

Whether it’s grief or growth, the porch somehow gives us permission to speak freely. It becomes a haven, not only from the chaos outside but from the rigid order inside.

A place to heal the soul

As embodied souls, the spaces we inhabit deeply affect us. Architecture shapes our interior life, and the front porch, with its proximity to nature, can be a sanctuary for the spirit.

Whether you pray the morning liturgy, sip coffee as birds sing, or listen to rain tapping the railings, the porch offers a rare chance to be still with your own soul – and with God.

This summer, step outside. Use your front porch not just as a passageway, but as a place of intention. Sit longer. Watch. Listen. Heal.

You may be surprised by what happens in the “in-between place.”