kennethbaucum

Now time stands before me, beckoning to me, asking that I decide what I want.

Money stands before me asking -- no, pleading for me to allow it to sit by my side.

Then friends, some closer than a brother and others as mere acquaintances beg silently in their own minds for someone to notice them and give them attention that in one sense, they deserve.

Finally, I turn to look for anyone else who wishes to be with me, jby my side, ready to honor any wish my mind would desire.  That's when I saw him --  a man standing in the shadow of a tree, who now is stepping forward into the glow of the street lamp, silently gazing toward me.  His eyes, tender and still, speak volumes of the thoughts that are on his mind and love that is in his heart.  He steps toward me and places his left hand on my shoulder, and extends his right hand to grab mine.  In a small-town, friendly gesture, I reach out as well and shake his hand.

The whole world suddenly seemed to fade away, leaving only he and I together in the street, staring at each other, speechless.

It took no more than a split second for me to realize whom I had forgotten, but that short moment seemed like a lifetime.  Twenty four years to be exact.  With consciousness and memory returning to the foreground of my mind I realize that I should have come to this man first, to ask him to walk with me and help me make these other, now relatively insignificant decisions.

For some reason, I recall coming to this man several times, needing help, but soon after forgetting to continue growing our friendship.  I hate to label myself as a hypocrite, but I've never been fond of it when others do the same to me; befriending me on the weekends only, during the week completely forgetting I even exist.  It seems as though now I've committed a personal evil against my fellow man.  Actually, gazing into his eyes again I don't think this can even be a man.  His compassion flows through his gaze like a fresh spring that, after racing down a mountainside, turns to a larger river and brings life to people, plants, animals and entire civilizations.  Such grandeur from such a small source.  An infinite source.

I begin to recognize the background fading back into the scene, as time, money and friends take their rightful place behind this man.  I noticed, as I dipped my head down to wipe away a tear, that this man carried no luggage, no phone, no computer and no -- anything.  He was here by himself.  He needs nothing else to accomplish his mission, and has open arms ready to take my burdens upon himself.  I saw his hands were bruised and scarred.  I was able to see that these wounds were deep and must not have been properly cared for when they occurred.  They've been there for awhile, but were not infected, and didn't appear to bother the man.  "Perhaps he's used to them by now," I thought.  He's carried so many things for so many people, I suppose he had more important things to worry about than himself.  This is my kind of friend.

After a few more moments, I looked back up and caught his gaze again.  His hand released mine, and he simply asked, "Do you trust me?"

"I do."  I replied.  I couldn't think of any reason not too.  He's been there any time I needed him, regardless of my attitude, actions or my forgetfulness of him.  "I will." I restated.  "Will you help me?"

"I will never leave you, nor forsake you." He promised.  He's told me this before, yet I still forget him.  He is so good to me.  God is so good.

I have been thinking a little the last few days about how much different each person's life is, while still being basically the same.  I also blend into my thoughts the idea that everybody has their own story, and how careful we should be before we judge or accuse someone of a wrongdoing or a misstep in their decision making, since we may not know their story or how they got to that decision.

With this in mind, I'd like to reprint my story from September of last year, in the hopes that those who have just begun reading here will get the information they've missed, and that those who have already seen it will be encouraged again.

Everybody has a story.

Each person around you is writing a chapter in their story every second of every minute of every hour of every day.  Each person has a timeline that they are traveling through.  For many of the people you interact with daily, your place on the timeline is not the same as someone else's place on theirs.  Everyone is taking life at their own pace.

When you interact with someone, realize this -- your story of how you got to this very moment is not always public knowledge.  You have your own thoughts, desires and passions that shape your reactions to different experiences that you've had.  Not everyone around you has had that same set of experiences.  And you have not likely had theirs, either.

As you write down your story -- based on the decisions you make and your reaction to things around you -- bear in mind that what may be the last straw for you, on your timeline, may not even be an issue in someone else's journey.  So before you get mad, consider this -- does the person you're about to respond to understand where you are and where you're coming from?  Will they really see it the same way you do -- once you've made your response?  If the answer is not 100% yes, then there should be more thought in your answer.  Period.  I'm as guilty as anyone else.

Consider others.  Everyone has a story -- don't start writing in red on someone else's pages.

"Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that ye may know how ye ought to answer every man."  -Colossians 4:6 KJV

"Let no man despise thy youth; but be thou an example of the believers, in word, in conversation, in charity, in spirit, in faith, in purity."  -1 Timothy 4:12

"Much of the stress that people feel doesn’t come from having too much to do. It comes from not finishing what they started."

"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God." -- Hebrews 12:1-2

According to John Lennon, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."  I agree.

Life seems to be happening to me quite a bit lately, in one way or another.  Do you know what I mean?  I'm sure you do, given the variables in the business market, jobs, education, work, your home, car and family.  I suppose I've been quite fortunate in many of these areas, but others have not been so lucky.  I serve a mighty God who takes care of me daily.  He takes care of the sparrows -- how much more is my human soul worth than they?  He is willing that all should come to Him for guidance in their daily lives.

Do you ever wonder why progress is sometimes so hard to acheive?  Oh the wealth of knowledge one must pour through in order to find a simple equation to balance the workplace and home, school and church, family and friends, time and money and to simply keep the world put together.  Throw in your own passions and dreams and you will shortly find for yourself a conundrum of thoughts and ideas that conflict with and resist each other, each one vying for its chance to be in the limelight of your 'center of attention'.  I won't claim to have all the answers, but I'm pretty sure there's one part of the equation that remains constant:

( Me + God ) = "It'll be OK"

I'm looking for your feedback:  What plans have you made in the last month or so -- and what has life actually allowed to happen?  Then comes the final question, "What are you going to do about it?"

I don't get on Facebook to play farmville.  In fact, I don't think farmville should even get a capital f in its name.

I thought I got on Facebook so I could peer into the details of a friend's life and be able to help them along life's journey.  It seems however, that some are returning the favor and asking questions I would have other wise never expected.  These people are my true friends.

Facebook has nearly destroyed the meaning of friends in its race to make its users more popular with more people.  In fact, it has diluted our sense of true friendship so much that I have been screening my friend requests more and more each day.  I don't befriend anyone on Facebook that isn't (or wasn't) a friend in real life.  I think that's fair.

The view from where I'm standing is somewhat foggy, for my friends who have asked.  I'm transitioning and I don't really know what tomorrow holds.  I'm working hard to come up with a mission for myself, and I'm realizing that there's nothing new to my mission, I just need to assign it some words.

Kenneth Baucum is building the bridge between people and technology.

The way I see it, there's several meanings, all of which can be construed as correct.  First, I'm building a bridge between people and technology.  I'm finding ways to use technology to make life easier in practical and tangible ways.  Second, I'm building bridges between people.  I enjoy leveraging real relationships and real life applications to help guide and inspire others on their quest for personal excellence.  Finally, I'm bringing technology together.  Technology is a tool that I am using and molding to make life easier.  Technology is part of my life, liberty and my pursuit of happiness.

My pursuit of happiness includes more things than can be listed in a reasonable space, so I'll stick with these three things:  I pursue God, I serve others and I enjoy being myself.  I hope you can find for yourself a mission and passion to get involved in.  Find a passion and get fully engaged in it.

Without vision (passion/inspiration/motivation/education/mission), the people perish.