Just Shy of Harmony
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Sam Gardner’s second year as minister in quaint and charming Harmony, Indiana, is fraught with trials and incidents, a crisis of faith, a marital catastrophe, and a church elder’s ill-hatched scheme to scramble scripture with eggs. But a loving heart and a strong sense of humor is almost certain to see Sam through . . . even if all of Harmony is expecting a miracle come Easter morn.
“Just Shy of Harmony is just shy of perfect.” —Charles Osgood
“A wonderful tale of a fictitious community of colorful characters who share goodness and gossip, controversy and compassion—a real-life microcosm of mankind. Gulley’s stories get at the heart of the simple joys, stranger-than-fiction humor, and day-to-day drama of small-town life, and reveal how even the largest of problems inevitably resolve themselves. No wonder he’s been called Indiana’s Garrison Keillor.” —American Profile Magazine
“This story is a winner.” —Publishers Weekly
“Filled with grace and forgiveness . . . Sam’s journey in faith teaches through the shared medium of laughter.” —Library Journal
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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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This second book in the Harmony series is another entertaining read that weaves in comedy as it addresses an assortment of serious issues. I'd say the novel likely has as much humor as the first.(And it was a smart move to switch to third-person narration for this book. Sam's first-person narration in the previous novel was all right in the scenes involving him, but it didn't make sense that he somehow had the omniscient knowledge to also narrate the scenes about the other townsfolk's lives.)Granted, given my frame of mind, I didn't chuckle as much this time, what with my frustration with several of the characters. It's a laughable but crying shame how much the satirical picture the author paints does indeed reflect the church—how certain professing Christians, confident that they're doing great services/favors for the Lord, have really just made a religion out of being indifferent, ignorant, or straight-up horrible to other people, in the (misappropriated) name of "righteousness."Eeesh. It was an utter relief at one point to finally encounter a little compassion and kindness from a particular cluster of characters.Now, in light of one repeated idea in a main thread of the novel, I just gotta give my take: If you're dealing with a crumbling marriage, you don't try to rebuild it because "you owe it to the kids." Kids, even as important as they are, are third parties. They aren't the basis of a marriage relationship. The kids didn't make the marriage vows and sign the marriage license or contract, and in a few years, once they grow up and go off to lead their own lives, you'll be left with the person you're married to. Hence, if you're looking to heal your marriage at the root, you and the person you're married to should be the two key people you're doing it for.Also in light of the story, I'd say similar sentiments can apply if you base your relationship with God on third parties. But anyhow.Having the chance to process some frustration may be the reason I actually enjoyed this book as much as the first. Fiction serves various purposes, after all. I'm looking forward to continuing the series.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5This was quite dissapointing. I read the first book of the series on a whim, and loved the heartfelt, realistic, hilarious and touching stories of a Quaker congregation portrayed in it. I picked up this, and expected the same. Instead, everything felt exaggerated, forced, unreal, and almost sacrilegious at times. Quite dissapointing. The few bright spots were Sam's storyline. Nicely done, about the only realistic part of the book. Also, Wayne, Deena, Miriam, Sally, and Ellis were all very sweet characters. The storyline with Wayne, Deena and Sally was very sweet, and had me guessing.
Overall, not recommended. Read the first book and call it good. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I loved this, very entertaining.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Since discovering Mr. Gulley in December, I have read abt 5 of his books. I love them. They are touching,and funny. If you need a smile or pick me up,these are great books to read. They have you laughing at the absurdities of life and are gentle reminders of what really is important. I do not like religious reads,they usually push religion in your face.But Mr. Gulley's books do not push his religion.They are more reminders of common sense and faith (no matter what your faith).And we all know people like Fern and Dale in our lives! Love these books! This one was just as good as the others in the Harmony series. Can't wait to read front Porch Tales.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book, second in a series, covers a year in the life of a congregation in Harmony, Indiana. (It says it's in Indiana on the book cover; I don't remember seeing the state mentioned anywhere in the book.) In this installment of the Harmony saga, Sam Gardner is becoming discouraged in his second year of ministry there. His congregation is entrenched in its ways, and those ways aren't always very mission-oriented. His frustration takes a toll on his faith as he grapples with various issues facing the people of his congregation.I'm not sure what to say about this book. On the one hand, it's an easy, lightweight read. On the other, it gave me some things to think about. Harmony, Indiana is populated with rather exaggerated versions of the folks we often encounter in churches -- the kind, the self-righteous, the selfish, the generous, the zealous, the well-meaning, the power-hungry, the afflicted, the faithful, etc. I recognized many of them from my own life (though, thankfully, we haven't had to deal with many of the really unpleasant ones lately; and the ones we've dealt with recently have been on the periphery of our church ministry, or had only mild cases of the negative traits.)As I said, the characters -- a few of them really odd birds -- are a bit exaggerated. And the time-span of the narrative makes for some gaps. But the story is told with humor (sometimes zany) and and honesty -- even the difficult people have their good points (hard as they are to see sometimes) and the good people have their bad points. Gulley does a good job of capturing some of the nuances of small-town life, both good and bad. And there are a few surprises along the way to shake up attitudes a bit. But the book is not "preachy," in my opinion.This book is certainly not great literature, but I enjoyed it. I may take another trip to Harmony in the near future. I might especially recommend it for those who have been stung by experiences with church people who didn't always behave in what would be considered a "Christian" manner -- and I suspect that's most of us (at one time or another) who have been active in church.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Sam Gardner, pastor of the Harmony Friends Meeting, continues his second year of ministry in Philip Gulley's Just Shy of Harmony, the second book in his Harmony series. As Sam reacclimates to his hometown, he continues trying to support the quirky and loving people through their joys and challenges. In the midst of these challenges, ranging from the humorous -- the elder who decides to evangelize the world by producing chicken eggs with Biblical verses inside -- to the tragic -- a young mother in a life-and-death struggle with leukemia -- Sam faces his own personal challenge, the loss of his faith. This adds a layer of melancholy to the life-affirming tales that Gulley spins in this charming book. In fact, Gulley's careful balancing of life's basic emotions, the good and the challenging, undergirds the resonance of his stories. He sees the humor in the self-absorption of some of his characters, who never quite understand why others don't see the world as they do, but he also sees their humanity. Consider Bob Miles, the newspaper editor, who appears a few times in this novel. In one chapter, he is excited to realize that he's writing his 1,000 column ("The Bobservation Post") for the newspaper, and hopes to find someone to share that happiness with; soon thereafter, however, he is depressed by the fact that he seems to have written the same column 1,000 times. As usual, Gulley, himself a pastor, has a keen understanding of small-town church people. He offers glimpses of their stubbornness to change, sometimes funny and sometimes poignant, but he also shows the essential love for others that they demonstrate in other ways. These are the people in many churches (I know -- like Gulley, I am a pastor too). In his humorous and touching, never condescending, way, Gulley shows us the best of ourselves. He shows a good man struggling to regain his faith, and the loving and impractical support he receives from others who don't understand quite what he's talking about. He shows people coping with illness and family problems with courage and decency. He shows a church where the members sometimes miss the big picture, but just as often surpass anyone's expectations in how they reach out to others.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Pleasant, easy read.
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Just Shy of Harmony - Philip Gulley
One
Just Shy of Harmony
Sam Gardner sat on the porch the Monday after Easter. It was early in the morning. The Grant kids were walking past on their way to school.
Are Levi and Addison ready?
Billy Grant yelled from the sidewalk.
They’ll be right out,
Sam answered.
The window by the porch swing was propped open. Sam could hear his wife, Barbara, giving their boys last-minute instructions.
Levi, don’t forget your lunch money. Addison, if you have to go pee-pee, tell the teacher. Please don’t go in your pants. Just raise your hand and ask to use the bathroom. Can you do that, honey?
The boys walked out the front door with their mother following behind, adjusting their shirt collars and smoothing their hair. Behave yourselves. Obey your teachers.
Barbara settled herself on the porch swing next to Sam. She let out a heavy sigh.
Addison’s kindergarten teacher called yesterday. Do you know he’s wet his pants twice in the past week?
He is an unusually moist child,
Sam agreed.
A pickup truck rattled past their house. Ellis and Miriam Hodge driving Amanda to school. Ellis bumped the truck horn.
There go the Hodges,
Sam observed.
I really like them,
Barbara said.
I wish we had ten more just like them.
They swung back and forth in a companionable silence.
I was looking at the calendar,
Barbara said. I had forgotten this Sunday is Goal-Setting Sunday.
Sam groaned. Oh, that’s right. I’d forgotten too. I don’t think I’ll go.
You have to go. You’re the pastor.
Maybe I’ll get lucky and die before then.
But the Lord didn’t see fit to spare him. Instead, Goal-Setting Sunday gnawed at Sam the entire week.
That Thursday he read the Twenty-five Years Ago This Week
column in the Harmony Herald. There was a mention of Dale Hinshaw’s long-ago mission trip. Twenty-five years ago, one of their goals had been the development of Lawn Mower Evangelism.
Compelled by the Almighty, Dale had ridden across the state on his John Deere lawn tractor. Whenever he passed someone in their yard, Dale would give them a Bible tract and witness to them.
We just have to throw the seed out there,
Dale had told the Herald. There’s no telling what the Lord can do with it.
Then he was quoted as saying, Near as I can figure, I averaged eight miles to the gallon.
This Sunday promised to be another glorious chapter in the goal-setting history of Harmony Friends Meeting.
The first Goal-Setting Sunday was held in 1970, the year Pastor Taylor came to Harmony fresh from seminary, chock-full of grand ideas. Sam was nine years old and has a vague recollection of Pastor Taylor standing at the chalkboard in the meetinghouse basement, encouraging them to splendid heights.
In 1970, their goals were, one, to spread the gospel to every tribe and person in the world, two, to end world hunger, and, three, to carpet the Sunday school rooms.
They’d carpeted the Sunday school rooms first, donated a box of canned goods to a food pantry, and then lost their enthusiasm to do anything more.
Goal-Setting Sunday had gone downhill from there, each year a stark testimony to the growing apathy of the church.
At the last Goal-Setting Sunday, Dale Hinshaw had proposed painting Jesus Saves on the meetinghouse roof as a witness to people in airplanes. They’re up there in the wild blue yonder, bucking up and down in the turbulence. The pilot’s telling them to fasten their seat belts. They’ll look out the window and see our roof, and it’ll fix their minds on the eternal. If they’re not open to the Lord then, they never will be.
That was when Sam had proposed doing away with Goal-Setting Sunday. Why do we even bother? We set these goals and make a big deal out of it for a month or so, then we forget all about it. When we do remember it, we feel bad that we didn’t do anything. Why don’t we just skip Goal-Setting Sunday this year?
That had gone over like a pregnant pole-vaulter.
Dale had quoted from the book of Revelation about lukewarm churches and how God would spew them out of his mouth. Do you want the Lord to spit us out, Sam? Is that what you want? ’Cause I tell you right now, that’s what He’ll do. You’re leading us down a slippery slope. First, we’ll stop doing the Goal-Setting Sunday, then the next thing you know there’ll be fornication right here in the church. You watch and see.
Any deviation from tradition had Dale Hinshaw prophesying an outbreak of fornication in the church pews. It took Sam several years to learn he was better off keeping quiet and not suggesting anything new.
Just go along with it,
his wife had told him. It’s only one Sunday a year. Let them do whatever they’re going to do. It’s easier that way.
So when Dale suggested at the elders meeting that it was time for Goal-Setting Sunday, Sam didn’t argue.
They scheduled it for the first Sunday after Easter, which is when they’ve always held it, lest fornication break out in the church.
Dale came to the meetinghouse on Goal-Setting Sunday clutching a briefcase. An ominous sign. After worship, everyone clumped downstairs. Miriam Hodge, the last bastion of sanity in the congregation and, providentially, the head elder, stood at the blackboard, chalk in hand. She asked Sam to pray, so he used the opportunity to talk about the importance of tasteful ministry.
Dear God,
Sam prayed, may whatever we do bring honor to your name. Let our ministry be proper and reverent, befitting your magnificence.
He’d no sooner said Amen
than Dale jumped to his feet. I’ve been giving this some thought and I’ve come up with some fine ideas.
He pulled a sheaf of papers from his briefcase and began reading an article from Ripley’s Believe It or Not about a chicken who had swallowed a scrap of paper from a phone book, only to lay an egg with the name and phone number perfectly preserved in the yolk.
And the amazing thing was, the man who cracked open the egg phoned the number on the scrap of paper. It was a lady in Illinois. He went to meet her and they ended up getting married. Now if that ain’t the Lord working, I don’t know what is,
Dale said.
He suggested feeding chickens Bible passages and passing out the resultant Scripture eggs to unbelievers.
There’s no telling how the Lord could use that. I tell you right now, if I cracked open an egg and read that the wages of sin was death, I’d straighten up right quick.
Miriam Hodge thanked Dale for his idea. She wrote Scripture eggs on the blackboard.
Dale, you’ve certainly given us something to think about. Does anyone else have any ideas?
Miriam asked.
Bill Muldock raised his hand. Bill was coach of the church softball team and had been wanting to expand into basketball.
Well, here’s my idea,
Bill said. I was thinking maybe we could start a basketball evangelism program. Maybe start a church basketball league. We could call it Heavenly Hoops. You know what they say in the Bible, ‘All work and no play makes Johnny a dull boy.’ At least, I think it says that in the Bible.
People began to argue about whether it said that in the Bible.
Enough of this nonsense,
Fern Hampton interrupted. What this church needs is a vanity table in the women’s rest room.
Sam sat in his folding chair, thinking of churches that had homeless shelters and soup kitchens and raised money to send doctors to Africa to help lepers. He wished there was a leper in Harmony they could help. There’s nothing like a leper to stir up a church, he thought.
He was lost in the reverie of disease when Miriam Hodge spoke. I read in the Herald last week that the mental-health center is trying to raise money. I thought we could hold a fund-raiser and help with that.
She turned to Sam. What do you think, Sam?
Sam looked at Dale Hinshaw sitting in his chair, poring over his sheaf of papers.
I suspect there are several people in this town who could benefit from therapy,
Sam told her.
Dale Hinshaw rose to his feet. I don’t want to be a wet blanket, but the Lord won’t let me keep quiet on this one. That mental-health group is a dangerous bunch, if you ask me. I think some of ’em might even be homosexual. At least they look that way to me. I just don’t think we oughta be giving the Lord’s money to the work of the devil.
Well, I think helping the mental-health center is a wonderful idea,
Jessie Peacock said.
Miriam wrote mental health center on the blackboard.
There were other ideas too discouraging to mention. They finally settled on three: Scripture eggs, a vanity for the women’s rest room, and starting a Heavenly Hoops church basketball league.
Sam went home disheartened.
After Sunday dinner, the Gardners’ phone rang. It was Fern Hampton, saying she wanted to be the one to choose the vanity. It made Sam tired, talking with her. He leaned against the kitchen cabinets as she spoke.
Yeah, sure, Fern. Whatever,
he said, and hung up the phone.
That evening he and Barbara put their boys to bed, then sat on the porch swing in the warm spring air. Barbara reached over and took his hand.
What’s wrong, honey?
she asked. You’re being awful quiet. Is something wrong?
He sighed. I’m not sure how much longer I can take this. Children are starving to death, and Bill Muldock wants to start a church basketball league.
He snorted. Heavenly Hoops. For crying out loud.
It was like this last year, honey. Remember how tired you were after last year’s Goal-Setting Sunday? Maybe you just need to take a few days off.
I don’t know. Every time I do that, I get all rested up, then go back to church and get discouraged all over again.
Maybe talking with the other pastors in town would help,
Barbara suggested.
Sam thought for a moment.
No, I don’t think so. The Baptist minister just quotes from the Psalms and the Catholic priest is practically deaf. You can’t even talk with him.
How about the minister at that new church? He seems like a nice enough guy.
Pastor Jimmy at the Harmony Worship Center? You’ve got to be kidding. All he does is rub my nose in it.
Sam mimicked the pastor. "‘Two hundred and sixty-two folks at church this week! A new record! The Lord is really blessing us. How’s your church growing, Sam?’
He knows we’re not growing. How could we be? Half our members are going to his church. It’s all a game to him. Last week he preached a sermon called ‘Ten Mutual Funds Jesus Would Die For.’ What on earth is the church coming to? I might as well be selling cars for Harvey Muldock for all the good it does. I don’t know, maybe I shouldn’t have become a pastor in the first place.
Sam had been thinking of quitting the ministry, but wasn’t sure it was allowed. Being a pastor was like a life sentence with no parole. The year before, at the Quaker ministers’ conference, he’d stayed up late one night and talked with another minister about how frustrated he was.
Yeah, I used to get that way,
the other minister said. Then I learned the secret of lasting in the pastoral ministry.
What’s that?
Sam asked.
You got to stop caring. If you care about what happens in the church and what other people do, it’ll break your heart every time. Put in your office hours, preach your sermons, make your hospital visits, go to the meetings, but don’t get all wrapped up in it.
Sam frowned. I don’t know. That sounds pretty cynical.
Cynicism is just another word for realism,
the pastor said. He looked at Sam. I know your type. You probably expect people in your church to act like Christians, don’t you?
Well, yes, I guess I do.
There’s your problem, right there. Don’t expect anything. That way, when they blow it, you’re not caught off guard, and if they get something right, it’s a pleasant surprise. See what I mean?
I’m not sure I can do that.
I tell you, Sam, it’s the only way to go. You don’t expect anything from them, and after a while they won’t expect anything from you, and everybody’s happy. Oh, one or two of them will want something more, but if you’re lucky, they won’t stick around.
Sometimes Sam wondered if coming back to his hometown church had been a mistake. A big church in North Carolina had written last year to see if he wanted to be their pastor. He had thought about it for a few days, then turned them down. Now he wishes he’d given it more thought. Maybe that church would have been different.
The next week during the elders meeting, after he proposed an idea, Fern Hampton looked at him sideways and said, Sam, why aren’t you ever happy with the way things are? Your parents aren’t like that. They don’t go around agitating for change and getting folks all stirred up. Why are you always after us to try something new? Don’t you like us the way we are?
Sam explained it was his responsibility to encourage the congregation to grow in their faith.
If we want to grow in our faith, we’ll let you know,
she said. Otherwise, maybe you should just keep your opinion to yourself.
He wished he’d kept the letter from North Carolina.
Fern had apologized later, kind of. Maybe I shouldn’t have said it quite like that, but I just don’t think you oughta rush in here and make all these changes.
Fern, I’ve been a member of this church most of my life, and the only thing I proposed was moving the pencil sharpener so the office door doesn’t bang into it.
My father put that pencil sharpener there, and he must have had a good reason.
She began to weep, thinking of her father. Now you’ve gotten me all upset again. See, that’s just what I was talking about. You start in with your agitating, and now I’m all upset again. Why do you treat me this way?
Sam had gone home and called the church in North Carolina, but by then they’d found a new pastor.
It was probably for the best. He’d have gone there, and for the first year everything would have been fine and they’d all have been happy. Then he’d have suggested a change, maybe starting a new Sunday school class or moving the pencil sharpener, and there’d have been wailing and gnashing of teeth. Probably better to stick with the devil he knew. Besides, his parents lived here, his kids liked their school, and Miriam and Ellis Hodge were supportive.
Maybe the other minister was right. Maybe it was better not to expect much. That way, if folks accidentally acted like Christians, it would be a nice surprise, and if they didn’t, he wouldn’t be let down. Maybe the answer was instead of caring so much, he shouldn’t care at all. In the meantime, there were plenty of other things to do. Bathroom vanities to install and basketball leagues to start.
After all, just because you’ve given up being the church doesn’t mean life stops. There are committee meetings to attend and paperwork to fill out and a newsletter article to write inviting all interested men to blow the dust off their sneakers and come out for the new Heavenly Hoops basketball team. First practice, this Wednesday evening, at the school gym.
Two
Dale’s Dream
Dale Hinshaw couldn’t remember when he’d been so excited. Ever since he’d read the Ripley’s Believe It or Not story, he’d been dreaming of the possibilities. Now, after several years of lobbying, he had finally persuaded the Harmony Friends Meeting to try Scripture eggs for one of their goals. He was beside himself. That night, Dale and his wife stayed up late, sitting in their recliners, too excited to sleep.
You know, this could be big,
Dale said. This could be bigger than those ‘What Did Jesus Do?’ bracelets. Just think, unbelievers all over the country cracking open eggs for breakfast and having the Word right there, first thing in the morning. I think the Lord could really use this.
It humbles me to think how God might use us,
Dale’s wife agreed.
They sat quietly in their recliners, awed by the glory of it.
I’m not meaning to be vain,
Dale said, but I think I should be in charge of the Scripture egg project. I think the Lord has laid this on my heart. Maybe I ought to call Sam and tell him I want to be in charge.
It’s nearly midnight. Don’t you think you should wait until morning?
Naw, this can’t wait. Besides, he’s a minister. He’s used to getting phone calls late at night.
Dale released the catch on the chair, rose up from his recliner, and walked to the phone in the kitchen to dial Sam’s number.
Sam answered on the eighth ring.
Sam, this is Dale. Say, I’ve been thinking about our Scripture egg project. I want to be in charge. I believe the Lord’s laid this on my heart.
They talked for a while, then Dale hung up the phone and walked back into the living room to sit down.
Boy, that Sam sure is cranky,
Dale told his wife. Have you noticed that lately? He nearly bit my head off. If you ask me, he was downright rude.
"Well, honey, it just goes to show that not everyone has a servant’s heart