Heaven Is Scheming to Bless Your Life BO SANCHEZ #1 Bestselling Author of How to Live a Life of Miracles My Conspiracy Theory My Conspiracy Theory Warning: Theres a Conspiracy of Grace at Work in This Universe and Heaven Is Scheming to Bless Your Life BO SANCHEZ #1 Bestselling Author of How to Live a Life of Miracles Other Books By Bo Sanchez: Inspirational How to Live a Life of Miracles 40 Stories of Passion Dont Worry, Be Happy How to Turn Thoughts into Things How to Win Big! Personal Finance Series 8 Secrets of the Truly Rich 8 Sikreto Para Maging Tunay na Mayaman Simplify and Live the Good Life Simplify and Create Abundance Kerygma Collection How to Be Really, Really, Really Happy (1st Collection) You Can Make Your Life Beautiful (2nd Collection) You Have the Power to Create Love (3rd Collection) Fill Your Life with Miracles (4th Collection) Inner Healing Series Your Past Does Not Defne Your Future 7 Secrets to Real Freedom Singles & Relationships How to Find Your One True Love How to Find Your One True Love, Book 2 Ebooks My Conspiracy Theory Take Charge of Your Life Fire! 5 Steps to Bring You Closer to God Bos Websites: Read Bos Blog at www.BoSanchez.ph Watch Bos Videos at www.PreacherInBlueJeans.com Get Daily Bible Refections at www.KerygmaFamily.com Gain Financial Abundance at www.TrulyRichClub.com Receive Daily Messages at www.GodWhispersClub.com Join Bos Social Site at www.BoPlanet.com INTRODUCTION I Have a Conspiracy Theory and Its Out of This World I wrote my frst book at age 20. I founded my Catholic community at age 14. I began preaching at age 13. I had my conversion at age 12. I was toilet trained at age one, but that has nothing to do with this book. After seven bestselling books, 40 thousand audio teaching tapes, and millions of inspirational magazines and Bible refections in print a lot of people know me. I dont mean they know my name. I mean, they know me. You see, its my writing style. I dont like writing nice theories foating in the air. That bores me, and I fgured it would bore most readers as well. When I write, I delve deep into my heart and share whats there the gunk, the blessings, the darkness, the beauty, the fuff Especially the fuff. For example, my readers know that I make fun of my nose. That my favorite food is peanut butter (organic, unsweetened for those who are thinking of giving me a birthday gift.) That I didnt get good grades in school. I major in the fuff of ordinary humanity. And when I share my fuff, people see themselves in me that Im not much different from them. So that when I share a spiritual message, they no longer see me as a writer. Nor for that matter do I see them as readers. Were friends. We like each other. (Okay, a few dont like me, but Im not talking to them.) Sometimes I share deeper stuff. That as a 13-year-old boy, I imitated St. Francis by giving away my clothes, and that I refused to wear deodorant because it was worldly. That I now have two wonderful kids, and that my eldest son (at age fve) had a bangus business because of my belief in entrepreneurship. That I was sexually molested as a child and I became a sex addict in the process. And had a rampaging approval addiction and that God continues to heal me to this day. Because of this, people open up their lives to me as well. Every day, I receive a mountain of letters from readers, and I read them all. In other words, weve become a family. And that family is growing. (Its now all over the world. Check it out for yourself at www.kerygmafamily.com and be blown away by how I care for my family. I provide every member of the KFAM a complete spiritual support system thatll keep them connected to the Lord through daily Bible refections, my audio and video talks, and through a borderless, non-physical community of friends. Its the frst and only virtual faith community I know of that does all these things. Check it out at www.kerygmafamily. com so youll know what Im talking about.) But gosh, Im going ahead of the story here. How did it all begin? Ill try to piece together different parts of my life in chronological order. Here they are My Childhood: Being the Most Ungifted Kid in the Whole Wide World My Conversion: How God Became More Real Than the President My First Preaching: How I Learned to Say Sure to God My Growth in Love: Learning to Hug My Search for a Partner: How I Found My One True Love My Children: Being the Greatest Dad on the Face of the Earth My Work: Enlarging My Territories, Becoming an Entrepreneur and Enjoying Every Minute and Peso! Its the only way for me to show you Gods Conspiracy of Grace. (Yes, I have a Conspiracy Theory. Here it is: Every part of Gods spiritual and physical universe is conspiring, plotting and conniving to bless your life with massive abundance. All you have to do is say YES to that reckless love.) So be patient as I retell my life story to you and how at different times of my life, I gave my struggling, faltering, incomplete YES to that massive abundance. By the way, a fair warning: If youve been reading my works these past years, youd recognize some pieces lifted from my different books. (Of course, I could have avoided that by creating another childhood and writing about it, but wouldnt that be calleduhlying?) Anyway, reading them again wont do you harm. In fact, I bet itll bless you powerfully. May your dreams come true,
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P.S4. Get a unique, inspiring, powerful, personalized message from God each day. Itll blow you away. Sign up at www. GodWhispersClub.com now! 1 My Childhood: Being the Most Ungifted Kid in the Whole Wide World My Crazy Childhood and How I Learned That Failure Doesnt Have to Defne You Where are you here, son? I was fve years old. I had just showed Dad my kindergarten class photo a free-for-all scene where kids were elbowing each other for more photo exposure. Where was I? At the back of the pack, peeking over someones shoulder. You could only see one-fourth of my face. Oh yes, I was small. I was thin. And I was also terribly shy. Sheepishly, I pointed at myself in the photo. Dad blurted out, Bo, why dont you be like this boy here in front? Ouch. I felt his words slice through my little heart. He was referring to this mestizo kid who was big and boisterous, his arms waving wildly, his face seemingly three inches from the camera. That day, I remember feeling very sad. I told myself, Yes Bo, theres really something wrong with you. (Parents, if you get anything from this story, I hope its this: Never compare your child with anyone else. Not with other kids, not with his brothers and sisters, not even with yourself when YOU were a kid) There was a lot of things wrong with me. First, I was a poor student. In Grade 2, my grades were plummeting. I remember getting 73 percent in Math. So my mother got a tutor to teach me twice a week. Because of this, my grades improved: I got 75 percent. Not because I fnally learned Math but because the tutor Mom hired was my own Math teacher in school. When I was in Grade 4, I discovered I was also bad at sports. My classmates would grab a basketball and fy. I would grab the basketball and would fall under its weight. In every game, my classmates laughed at me. Even my teachers ridiculed me. At the start of every game, my classmates would ask me, Join the other team! Please Bo! No one wanted me. Because of this, I kept to myself most of the time. I was a loner and didnt mingle well with others. After grade school, I took the entrance exam for the Ateneo high school. A few weeks after, I got the results. I remember that day very well. I was on the front porch of our home when the mailman arrived. One of the envelopes came from the Ateneo. I excitedly ripped it open and read the one-page letter. I read the frst line, Dear Mr. Sanchez, we regret to inform you I didnt fnish reading the short paragraph that followed. The letter dropped from my hand. At that precise moment, I felt a veil of darkness cover me. And I felt I was the dumbest kid in the universe. I was devastated. How could I tell my parents? But I eventually told them the sad news and they had to scrounge for another high school for me at the last minute. As we searched for a school, I remember Ariel, a classmate of mine. He was the frst honor in our class. At the same time, he was also the schools basketball star and baseball star. One day, I thought about him and wondered, Lord, why did you give all the talents to Ariel and none to me? It would not be unusual for our P.E teacher to fnally force a team to accept me. And everyone would throw up their arms in the air and say, Were doomed! Lets not play anymore As if these werent enough, I was not only a poor student, and poor at sports I was also literally poor. I had another classmate named Anthony. He wasnt the smartest kid, but at least he was wealthy. How did I know? While I was receiving 0.50 centavos for my daily allowance, Anthony was receiving P50 a day. I remember going to the school canteen, clutching my precious 0.50 centavos in my hand. I asked the saleslady, How much is a Coke? It was so depressing to hear the answer. Sixty centavos, she said. Do you want one? I shook my head. I looked around the other stuff in her shelves and eyed the Cheeze Curls. How much is that? I asked. Sixty centavos, she said again. At that point, my world was crumbling slowly. I asked her, feeling very pathetic, Uh, what can I buy for ffty centavos? The saleslady would look around and point to the Marie biscuit. So Id pay her and she would give me the biscuit. At that exact moment, Anthony would appear right beside me as if to intentionally taunt me and he would say to the saleslady as if he owned the store, I want to buy one Coke, one Cheese Hamburger, and two Cheeze Curls Double ouch. During moments like this, I would ask myself Why was I dumb? Un-athletic? Poor? Heres a fourth thing that was wrong with me: I was ugly. Yes, I was. This may be hard to believe now. Thats why I emphasize was. Past tense. (And please imagine my nose getting longer by the second right now.) And my friends? We were the most insulted, most ridiculed creatures in school. We looked like nerds, but we only appeared like nerds. At least teachers respected nerds because of their intelligence. But we werent bright at all. Can you imagine how horrible that was? Friends, I thought all about these things yesterday. Because every month, I receive emails from many countries in the world: Australia, US, Singapore, Hongkong, China, Malaysia, Canada. All of them wanting me to speak to their groups and events. The same guy who funked tests and got the lowest grades. The same guy who was unwanted and rejected and ridiculed by everyone is now the desire of the nations. (Haha!) Oh, let me share with you this little bit of history: Ten years after funking that high school entrance exam in the Ateneo and receiving that We regret to inform you letter, do you know what happened? Ten years later, I was having lunch with the Dean of the Ateneo College and the Dean of the Theology Department, and both of them said, Bo, how can we convince you to teach Theology in the Ateneo? Gosh, I didnt even have the brains to be admitted in their high school and they now wanted me to be their college professor! I had gone a long way, baby. So I cleared my throat and spoke with the solemn voice of an undertaker, I regret to inform you Just kidding. I told the two distinguished gentlemen in front of me that Id love to teach there! But at that moment, my hands were full: Founding four organizations, writing bestselling books, preaching around the world, publishing the widest read Catholic literature in the country This is the story of my life. I was a failure. Many times over. And along the way, I opened myself to this Conspiracy of Grace. I said yes to the sheer abundance of blessing in this universe. My message? You may have failed yesterday. You may have failed today. You dont have to fail tomorrow.
2 My Conversion: How God Became More Real Than the President My Spiritual Beginnings When I was 12 Years Old Please Mom. Id rather not go. I was only 12 years old at that time. It was another Friday night, and my mother was inviting me to their prayer meeting for old people. I explained, Mom, Im too young to give my life to God. Gosh, I havent yet puffed my frst cigarette, havent tasted my frst bottle of beer, havent had a girlfriend to put my arms around. Perhaps when I get older, Ill attend your prayer meeting. When Ill be 70 years old, I mumbled under my breath. Now dont get me wrong. I was a more-or-less good kid. I even got 95 percent in my conduct and religion grade (though Math was 72 percent). With my family, I went to Mass on Sundays and prayed the rosary each night. So getting more religious was simply out of the question. My father however was a stubborn man. He said, If Bo doesnt want to go to the prayer meeting, well bring the prayer meeting to Bo. I didnt know what he meant by that. After praying the rosary one night as a family, Dad stood up and said, Were going to have a prayer meeting right now!Jeepers, Dad. Its Starsky and Hutch on TV! (Yes, thats how old I am.) Sit! my father commanded, and so I did. He then asked all of us to close our eyes and hold our hands together. Naturally, holding hands with my elder sisters was a nightmare for a 12-year-old boy. Clowning around, I only closed one eye, curious at what my father will do next. I was expecting another barrage of formula prayers, like Our Father and Hail Mary, but Dad began to simply talk to God from his heart. I looked at the peace on my fathers face and realized he actually believed God was listening to him! Was God really there in front of him? Didnt the Almighty have more important things to do than be in our living room? I didnt want to admit it, but watching him made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. However, lest my family would discover that I was being touched, I tried to make my face as stiff and angry as possible. That was when the most unpredictable thing happened an experience I will never forget. My Dad saw my stony face, stood up and casually placed his hand on top of my head. He then screamed at the top of his voice, In Jesus name, Devil, get out! What did he say? The Devil was in me? As if reading my thoughts, everyone in the family stretched their arms towards me and shouted in unison, Amen! Actually, Dad didnt know what he was doing. He just wanted me to get closer to God and he was willing to try anything including imitating TV evangelists in their exorcisms. But because he really was very new in this whole thing, he started committing mistakes. In Jesus name, Devil, get out! hed say again and again. And then the big blunder came when he said, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, get out! Get out! Get out! My mother was the frst to discover the great heresy that was happening, so she elbowed him hard, and said, Your prayer is all wrong! Youre asking Jesus to go out! My fathers face turned white, and in panic, said to the family, Quick! Lets pray again... lets pray again! Jesus, he implored out loud, come back! On that day, I believe that devil went out, and Jesus came back. After that funny event, I talked to my father and said, Dad, you didnt have to drive the devil out of my life. I was already being touched by your prayer. And Dad, I said, what happened to you? He laughed and said, I came to know God personally! He paused for a second as if searching how to explain himself, and then asked me, Do you know Ferdinand Marcos? I frowned. Of course I know him. Hes the President of the Philippines. Dad shook his head. Nope, you dont know him. Yes I do! He lives in Malacaang and comes from Ilocos and his wifes name is Imelda If you really know him, my father smiled, do you pick up the phone and dial his number and say, Ferdie, are we playing golf today? I got his point. He went on, You dont know him. You know about him. And thats what happened in my faith. There was a time when I knew about God. Today, I know Him. He smiled. Until my father died at 88 years old, he continued to know God. 3 My First Preaching: How I Learned to Say Sure to God I Was 13 Years Old and Was Still Singing Voltes V in Japanese Yesterday, I met her again after a long, long time. Aida. A mother of six children, loving wife and pure Ilocana. 1 A leader of a small prayer group. Perhaps 20 or 30 people. I visited her again, and was struck at how so many things have not changed. I went to the living room where I used to sit as a 13-year-old boy. The plastic leatherette chair felt small now. But the old brown piano was still there and at once, I could hear the old charismatic songs of years gone by. This is the day and Oh what a mighty God we serve and Come Holy Spirit I need You. Funny how everything started to come back. I remember how I had a big crush on Aidas eldest daughter. She played the piano so gloriously, I wanted to do the same. Well yesterday, I met her there already a doctor, married and with a wonderful baby. Everything was coming back. The walls. The picture frames. The windows with old- fashioned curtains. 1 A person from Ilocos, a northern province in the Philippines The past started coming alive. It happened one fateful night. Aida announced to our tiny group, I received a message from God last night. The Lord said that one of you will receive the gift of wisdom and he will preach the Gospel all over the world. Upon hearing her words, everyone was happy, but my mother was ecstatic. Why? Because the pronoun she used was he will preach. You see, there were only two men in that group. Her husband and her son. So she rushed to Aida and said, Praise God, my husband will preach! Aida shook her head. Oh, its not going to be your husband. God told me its going to be Bo. My mother almost fainted. She said with hysterical shrieks, It cant be Bo! Hes 13 years old. Hes still reading Superman comics and watching Voltes V on TV. He even memorizes the theme song of Voltes V in Japanese. If you want, Bo can sing that song, but he cant preach! Aida shrugged and said, I dont know why God chose Bo. Lets just obey. So Aida walked towards me and said, Bo, can you give a talk next Friday? Sure, I said in my pre-puberty, high-pitched voice. I went home that night and excitedly prepared for my talk. It was true that I was still reading Superman comics and watching Voltes V, but slowly, I was already falling in love with God and prayer and the Bible So I got all the Bibles at home, laid them on my bed, and prayed, Lord, what talk do you want me to give? I picked one Bible, closed my eyes, shuffed the pages like a deck of cards, opened the book, and pointed my fnger on one page. I read the words I pointed to: Eternal Life. So I closed the Bible, got my high school pad paper, and began writing everything I knew about Eternal Life. I wrote about heaven, hell, purgatory, John 3:16, John 3:3 and John 14:6 (So you see, I memorized other stuff aside from the Japanese theme song of Voltes V). When I was through, I wrote down 20 pages, and boy, was I ready. The following week, Aida introduced me to the expectant, smiling crowd, Brothers and Sisters, Bo Sanchez will give our talk today. The 13-year-old walked in before a joyful, applauding group of people. Wow, Bos going to give the talk! Isnt he the youngest among us? But their excitement didnt last long. After a few minutes, as I began to drone along through my 20 pages, people started acting like chickens. (Heads were bopping back and forth.) In other words, it was a disaster. When I saw someone almost falling off his chair, I quickly jumped to the last page of my notes and said, Thats all, Brothers and Sisters. Thank you and good night. I was so humiliated, I sat down and told myself I will never give another talk in my life again. Ever! After the prayer meeting, Aida walked towards me again and said, Bo, can you give another talk next Friday? So with the frm resolve of a hurt, shamed, humiliated 13- year-old boy, I looked at her in the eye and said, Uh sure! For the past 27 years, Ive been saying Sure to God. Which is really the secret to serving Him. As they say, its not ability, but availability, that counts in the Kingdom. By the way, saying Sure isnt an original. I imitated a 14- year-old girl. A brilliant creature appeared to her and told her how she was going to serve God, and she said, Sure. Actually, she was more poetic than that. She said, I am the handmaid of the Lord, be it done unto me according to your word. In other words, Sure. In your life, have you learned to say that word? P.S. Believe in Someone Else Especially When They Dont Believe in Themselves Aidas belief in me was unfinching. Even when I didnt make sense or when I was the most boring speaker in the universe, she smiled all through my talk. She laughed at my jokes when others yawned. She said Amen! when others wanted to leave. Today, I have reached millions of people with Gods Word all over the world. Why? Because one woman believed in me. One woman who to this day leads a small group of 20 people. As I look back, I sometimes have tears in my eyes thinking what would I be now without an Aida in my life. May you fnd one in your journey. (We need a handful of them around us.) People who believe in you so much, theyll be willing to accept the early disasters that will fow out of our budding greatness. Ive got another idea. Be an Aida to someone else. There is always one person out there that you know who will bless so many others if only someone will believe in them. The way God believes in us. 4 My Growth As a Lover: How I Learned to Hug While I Could Simple Steps That Changed My Life and My Relationships
My father wasnt the expressive, sentimental type. He wasnt the hugging, I-love-you kind of guy. But I recall as a young boy, he showed his love to me the only way he knew best: He spent enormous time with me. My father was my best friend. He was a simple man who gave his time to his family. Dad was an assistant vice president at a humongous company, yet I didnt feel like I was a rich mans kid. Because my parents made it a rule to live below their means. A millionaires son rode a sleek Benz. I rode our 16-year-old Toyota that sounded more like a drum and bugle band, with its cacophony of bangs, rattles,and whams. Oh yes, our neighbors had cars with a little bit of rust. But we had rust with a little bit of car. An heir of the moneyed class was chauffeured to school, but as early as Grade III, I was taking the public jeepney sitting, standing or swinging from its handrails like a fapping fag. The wealthy dined on gourmet meals every day. But the culinary highlight of my whole week was when Mom bought Coke for our Sunday lunch the only time we tasted the stuff. Im not kidding. Rich kids wore outfts from America, England, and Paris. I wore clothes from Avenida, Escolta, and Pasay. 2 The mansions of the rich and famous are veritable furniture showcases, complete with 16 Egyptian jars from the Nefertiti era. I learned that one of those monstrous fower vases was equal to the price of our entire house. But naturally, we too had our own fower vases. If my archeological knowledge serves me right, they came from the Nescafe era. Their estates have playrooms with life-size Barbies and Power Rangers. But the way I played with expensive toys was by admiring them from the store shelf and using my imagination to the hilt. That way, I owned all the toys in the world. Youll be shocked by what Im going to tell you, but in all these, I recall never feeling deprived in anyway. Let me tell you why. I remember my father coming home every night and wed go jogging together around our old car parked in the garage. Then Id sit on his lap and wed talk about how to solve the problems of the universe. After dinner, wed read the comic pages together. Tarzan was my favorite, until I reached puberty. From then on, it became Jane. Almost every Saturday afternoon, it was father and son time. Wed walk to the shopping center and Dad would buy me a hotdog. Then wed walk back home, bringing some small thing for Mom, usually a chocolate bar. To add sentimental value to our token gift, I forced myself to take a few bites from it. I guess being with Dad and Mom was all that my little boys heart ever wanted. And I got it, every single day. And then it happened. One afternoon, Dad was trying to fx a light bulb in our garage. Standing onto a chair for greater reach, he lost his balance and went crashing down. His head hit the concrete foor and immediately, blood spurted out like water from an open faucet. (Thats why I tell people above the age of 70 to never stand on chairs!) 2 Local sites in Manila Because of the impact, there was like a dripping faucet inside his brain as well. Blood clots started to appear in his X- rays, and he began to experience paralysis in his body. Even after brain surgery, he lost his language ability because of a new blood clot, found even deeper than the others too deep for another surgery to reach. The gravest blow was severe pneumonia, an infection that developed after a few months of staying in the hospital. His lungs were now flled with fuid, and that was when the crisis hit. He was hooked up to a respirator, and the long wait began: The doctors told us frankly that he could go anytime. At that point, he was only absorbing 20 percent of the oxygen they were pumping to him. Someone doesnt last too long in that state. I looked at Dads hands and face, and they were bluish in color. I whispered to his ear, I love you, Dad. That was when he regained consciousness for a few minutes. He looked at me with so much sadness in his eyes. Then he did something that he never did in my entire life. He raised his hands towards my face, and clasped me on both cheeks. Then he brought me down towards him, and gave me a hug. My father gave me a hug. He was telling me that he loved me too. He was also probably bidding farewell. My emotions were running wild inside me. I was both grieving and joyful and angry. Joyful because for the frst time, my tough, unsentimental father gave me a hug. Grieving because he was going away. Angry because it might be the last hug Ill ever get from him. Most of all, I was angry at myself. If my father was not the hugging type, why didnt I hug him? I actually knew why. Its because of the meanest fear in the world: The fear of sentimentality. This fear robs us of incalculable joy and love and depth from our relationships. Dad, we should have done this a long time ago, I muttered to myself. After a few minutes, his arms collapsed beside him. I took three steps backward as the nurses and doctors attended to him. My mother was there beside me and we clutched onto each other, waiting for Dads last breath. But 15 minutes later, the doctor smiled at me and said, Bo, you can go home now. Why? Your father is out of danger. We went home and returned the next day. And Dad was even better. From that time on, every time we met, even if we would be in the middle of a busy mall with lots of people around us, we no longer cared: We hugged each other. I believe embracing and being embraced is one of the greatest joys in the world. Hug someone today, while theres time. 5 My Search for a Life Partner: How I Found My One True Love I was in Grade Five. One of my teachers (female, of course) was young and pretty, and I thought she liked me too. Why did she look at me every time I looked at her? After extensive research in the faculty room, I found out that she was only 24. Aha! Can she wait for me until I grew older? I was only 11, but what was 13 years if our ferce love would conquer all that stood between us? She still had problems remembering my name, but I fgured this tiny problem would be solved once my name was inscribed on her wedding ring. But later on, I realized it was rather silly for me to fall in love with a teacher. Especially if she kept giving me low grades. That was when I met Cedz and Dina. Cedz was nice. She was the brightest in our class, and she had the cutest dimples. And Dina giggled a lot, and had the longest eyelashes in the world. Now the big question: Whom should I marry? Dimples or lashes? Well, my problem was fnally solved when I met Tintin. Oh yes, I was wrong the last time. I was young then. Those were childish crushes. But now, this was true love. I was 15 now. Tintin and I were totally meant for each other. How did I know? I loved the way she covered her mouth when she laughed... Through the years, Ive had a thousand other crushes with other dimples, lashes, braces, smiles, giggles, hair-clips, winks, laughs, scents, teeth I had my frst girlfriend at 17. We broke up, made up, broke up again, made up again Please repeat sequence 3000 times. (Note: Thats why Im one of those freaks that encourage young people to have boyfriends or girlfriends only after their college graduation. Their time and energy can be spent in more life-expanding activities than breaking up and making up 3000 times.) I courted another young woman when I was 25 and waited for her yes. I gave her roses, chocolates and serenaded her with love songs. I really had a super-duper fantastic time. Except for one slight tiny problem: She didnt like me. On that fateful night when she fnally told me in the nicest, sweetest, most loving way, Bo, get out of my life, I cried buckets of tears. But I wondered, What is the lesson here? Can my tears be used for good? Because of the water shortage, I used my bucket of tears to fush the toilet. The waiting continued and it was excruciating. What did God want me to do with my life? At the age of 28, I met a beautiful young woman at my offce applying for work. But at that time, I was seriously considering becoming a priest or becoming a celibate layman, and waiting for Gods go signal. So I brushed romantic thoughts aside and decided to look at her the way I looked at a piece of furniture. So to me, she was one of the monobloc chairs in the offce. This strategy worked. But sometimes, I found myself secretly gazing at this monobloc chair for no apparent reason. I gave myself two years to discern if celibacy was my call. So no dating. No romantic actuations. No girlfriends. At age 30, I went to a retreat on a mountain top with no one else but God, my Bible, and a wise Jesuit priest, to fnally decide what I wanted to do with my life. One week later, I went down from the mountain with a mandate from the Almighty to get married. And so I remembered that lovely monobloc chair in the offce. So I courted her. I begged. I pleaded. I stalked her like a predator. And when all that didnt work, I quietly said, Im your boss. Ill fre you if you dont agree to my proposal. She called my bluff and submitted her resignation papers the next day. In desperation, I closed my eyes and stretched my hands towards her and shouted, IN JESUS NAME, you will fall in love with me! Shalalalala. Okay, thats not how it exactly happened either. Before I continue the story, let me do a sidetrip here. Once upon a time, I believed that being wed was the height of insanity, the most ludicrous commitment, a totally illogical decision any human being could fall into. Tell me. Why will I commit myself to be with one woman for the rest of my life and thereby reject 3.2 billion other females in the world? Along the way, Ill meet a girl wholl be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more charming, or sexier, or holier So why nail myself down to one choice, permanently and suffer the agony of watching beauties simply pass me by? And in western countries, one out of two marriages end up in divorce. That blows my mind. Thats a pathetic 50 percent failure rate! I wont buy a car, a stereo, a shaver or even a nail clipper if theres a 50 percent chance that itll conk out on me. I simply wont! And why stay with one person in sickness or in health, in riches or in poverty, till death do us part? Is my mind fried? If my shirt shrinks on me because I eat too many pizzas, dont I just throw it away and buy an XL? (That will be the day.) And if I outgrow my ancient computer, dont I just look for an updated version? And then theres the catastrophe some call kids. I mean, do I really want to wake up in the middle of the night to entertain a self- centered, bald, toothless tyrant in diapers? Do I really want little rampaging monsters to break the most expensive furniture in my house? Do I really want juvenile creatures to stay in the phone for six hours straight, listen to noise they call music that you believe come directly from hell, and mope around uncommunicative, catatonic, and depressed because another demented juvenile creature (called boyfriend) hasnt called for the past 30 minutes? Why should I go through the torture? Marriage is insanity. But a few years ago, on my 32 nd birthday, I gave myself a special birthday gift: I got married to a lovely woman and committed myself to insane living. Marowe is her name, the one person I chose out of 3.2 billion females. Yes, we even already have a second tyrant, and in the near future, we will have little creatures from outer space that we will call teenagers. Why? Because of three reasons. FAITH. We believe that God calls us into marriage. And if He called us there, that means Hell be there to meet us. We will suffer all things just let us be with our God. HOPE. We confdently expect the best blessings immeasurably much more than all the hardship. God will bless us beyond our wildest dreams. LOVE. Oh, yes, there will be other females wholl be more beautiful, or more intelligent, or more this and more that. But theyll only be just that females like fowers in the feld of a million hectares of fower felds. But not this woman my Marowe the one beautiful fower I have personally chosen, personally picked from her roots, personally planted in my own clay pot, personally watered every day, personally watched every day, and personally loved every day. Because of my love for her, there will be no one like her. In my heart, she will eternally be the most beautiful fower of them all. Because in the end, there will only be faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love. 6 My Children: Trying to Be the Greatest Dad on the Face of the Earth I was like a 5-year-old boy about to rip open a huge birthday gift. Thats how I felt the eve of January 1, 2006. Why? Before 2005 ended, I sat down and wrote down my 2006 Goals in seven areas of my life: (1) Spiritual, (2) Family, (3) Work, (4) Service, (5) Emotional-Physical, (6) Financial, and (7) Intellectual. It was exhilarating! I wrote down simple goals like the amount of water I will drink each day (eight to 10 glasses), the exercises I will do (muscle toning through chin ups), the profts I will earn through my various micro-businesses (I wont tell you!), and the expansion of our ministry of sharing Gods love to as many people as possible (well bless millions of people!) But there was one goal that made my heart leap like a gazelle. I wrote down that in 2006, I will bond with my eldest son even more. Boy, just writing it down here makes me feel powerful and warm and ecstatic all over again. My son was then six years old, and I felt that I should spend more time with him. So I wrote down under my Family Goals, Have a weekly date with Bene. I then got my calendar and plotted our weekly dates for the entire year all 52 of them. I also wrote down the possible things we can do together: go to a mall, camp at our backyard, visit an ice cream factory, distribute leafets house-to-house for his Bangus business (yes, he has a business), or just bike around the village Our frst date happened in a very unexpected way. I went home excited, mentally planning our trip to the mall. As I stepped down of the car, my phone rang. Bo, are you already at the wedding? my friend asked me. What wedding? The wedding of Amina Wham. It was like being hit by a bat on the head. I totally forgot about the wedding! How can I tell Bene? When I entered the house, I greeted him and said, Ive got a problem about our date I told him about the wedding. That was when my wife said, Son, can you go with Daddy to the wedding? Thatll be your date. (Thank God for my wise wife.) In a few minutes, my son and I were riding the car in our matching barong tagalogs. It turned out that we were early for the wedding, so we walked to a coffee shop beside the church and talked and laughed together as he ate his favorite cinnamon roll. The wedding was superb! It was also a wonderful time for me to give mini-lectures to my little pupil in whispers at the back pew on marriage, family, state-of-life and love. After the wedding, the reception was at the exclusive Polo Club. While waiting for the dinner to begin, we had a phenomenal time sitting down on the grass (yes, still in our barongs) under the canopy of stars and chatted the night away. I dont want to be a cowboy anymore, Daddy, he said. No more? This was a shock to me. It had been his declared dream ever since he was two. In fact, his frst word wasnt mama. It was horse. (Im not kidding.) He piped up, I dont want to be a cowboy anymore. I just want to ride horses for pleasure. Okay. What do you want to be? A businessman. (Six-year-old kids have a way of declaring their dreams as though its as sure as the planet is round. I wonder at what age we lose that confdence?) Thats great. You can own a ranch. How many horses do you want to own? About 10, he grinned. How will you earn to maintain the ranch? I asked. Kids can ride my horses for P20 each Uh, isnt that a bit cheap? They can also feed my rabbits if they pay something. And Ill sell my customers snacks and have a restaurant in my ranch. Thats fantastic. My ranch will also have an imaginary forest. A what? An imaginary forest. Parents will be afraid if their kids go to a real forest with real animals. So Ill make an imaginary forest with robotic animals even some legendary creatures like dinosaurs, unicorns, mermaids,... Mermaids? Yes, because therell be a lake in my ranch. With a shipwreck. Kids can also visit the shipwreck. After planning for his future, we got our plates and stood in front of the buffet table for the entire evening. Because the food was so fabulous, we didnt bother to sit down. That night, he ate seven sticks of barbecue and I gobbled up 50 percent of the European cheeses there. (Sorry, Amina and Rafael. But I loved your wedding. Please invite us again for your 10th anniversary.) In other words, my frst date with Bene for 2006 was a ball. If I didnt have a weekly date with him, how will I know about his dreams? I would have missed hearing that he didnt want to be a cowboy anymore, that he wanted an imaginary forest, robotic animals, a lake and a shipwreck for kids to visit and have fun I was even more convinced of my family goals when I read the frightening statistics from David Perdew about fatherless kids. According to statistics, children from a fatherless home are: Five times more likely to commit suicide Thirty-two times more likely to run away Twenty times more likely to have behavioral disorders Fourteen times more likely to commit rape (this applies to boys) Nine times more likely to drop out of high school Ten times more likely to abuse chemical substances Nine times more likely to end up in a charitable institution Twenty times more likely to end up in prison for a long period of time Fathers, your kids need you. David Perdew says we either pay now or pay later. And when you pay later, it always costs more. I suggest you pay now. 7 My Work: Expanding My Territories Preacher, Entrepreneur, Family Man Im a preacher. But Im also a businessman. Does that lower my dignity before your eyes? Let me lower it even further: I sell totally unspiritual stuff. I sell ice cream. Bangus. Vegetables. And apartments. Some people dont understand why I should be involved in making money. Bo, you should be doing only holy work. Dont dirty your hands in business. Gosh. In my book, dirty hands means great dignity. And hands that dont get dirty mean great shame! Jesus ran a tiny business, building farm tools as a carpenter, and selling them to his neighbors for a proft. St. Paul owned his own business too, weaving tents and selling them in the market for a proft as well. Listen to me: Proft can be holy! Do you know why I think our country is poor? Weve got crazy ideas in our brain that say that proft is bad and business is for crooks and rich people are cheats. So we avoid all that by just becoming employees. So weve become a nation of employees. But if we want this country to rise from poverty, theres only one way to go: Weve got to become a nation of entrepreneurs. Because a nation of employees will be totally dependent on politics. But a nation of entrepreneurs wont even mind the political clowns around us. Let them make fools out of themselves if they want to. We however will be busy growing our little businesses. Let me defne politics in the Philippines: Poli in Latin means many and tics means bloodsucking creatures. (Sorry to all the good politicians out there. I dont mean you.) Friends, keep your day jobs, and start a part-time business. And parents: Stop telling your kids, Study well so you can get a job. Start telling them, Study well so you can start your own business. Some people will tell me, But Bo, I dont have time! I challenge you expand your territories! Can I give you an idea of my responsibilities? (Warning: Some people actually feel tired just reading this list, so take a deep breath) I lead nine ministry organizations. I speak in a daily radio show and a weekly TV program. Each year, I churn out three books, produce four audio/video teaching series, and write more than 200+ articles. I publish six magazines, maintain an army of websites, send out my online newsletter and daily Internet video show at www.preacherinbluejeans.com. I lead a virtual community called the Kerygma Family and a physical community called Light of Jesus. I also travel extensively, preaching 300+ times a year all over the Philippines and around the world leading retreats, seminars and prayer rallies. I also am proud to say that I read all my email! As if these arent enough, there are a few personal things that I do I run a homeschool center to help parents learn how to homeschool their kids (If youre interested, log on to www. CatholicFilipinoAcademy.com) and I lead a fnancial consultancy organization to teach Filipinos how to save for their future. I operate a tiny organic farm, a real estate business and manage a few more small businesses. (Plus, when my son was six years old, he started a Bangus business, and hes hired me to be his marketing consultant.) Of course, Im fanatical about spending time with my family. I play with my sons every day and still bring my beautiful wife once a week in a romantic date. We also have four family vacations every year, and two of those vacations are long 2-week trips! And each year, I read three books a week, listen to the same number of audio books, and each year read thousands of magazine and Internet articles. Oh, before I forget, let me mention that I hop on a stationary bike one hour a day. How do I do all these things? Let me share with you fve principles Key #1: Believe Youre Bigger Its common fact that we only use 10 percent of our brains capacity. Can you believe that? Were wasting 90 percent of what God has given to us! I believe God has given us more capacities than we think we have. The ultimate crime is that we belittle ourselves. We think were insects, so we live an insect life, but actually were giants! Because of this, I believe you can earn 10 times more than whatever youre earning right now. You can help 10 times the number of people youre helping now. You can serve 10 times more than whatever service youre doing now. Dont limit yourself. Youre bigger than you think you are.
Key #2: Focus on Your Core Gift I have very few talents. Honest! I dont know how to cook, how to dance, how to write a computer program and how to solve the Rubiks Cube. I dont know how to do geometry, trigonometry and calculus. Im totally lost in chemistry, physics and biology. I also cant fx a leaking faucet or do carpentry or repair my car. But this is what I can do very well: Communicate. So I focus my entire life on that one thing. I write well and I speak well. Period. And I delegate everything to people who are better than I am. Key #3: Build Your Network My wealth isnt my money. My real wealth is my network of friends. Because I cannot do anything without my team. So I surround myself with a bunch of people who have impeccable character and fantastic skills. I network with Mentors, Preachers, Administrators, Accountants, Programmers, Lawyers, Financial Wizards, Multi-millionaires, Media Experts, Businessmen, Architects, Engineers, etc And every day, I constantly expand my team. Key #4: Create an Autopilot System Every time I enter into a project, I always do it with a team around me. Never alone. And together, we create a system for the project thats replicable and duplicable. In other words, its got to run on autopilot without my direct supervision. Heres my ideal leader: I appoint someone to be project head (or organization director or business manager), and after six months, I dont want him to bother me anymore except for major directional issues. If he still bothers me for tiny matters, Ive chosen the wrong leader or I trained him wrongly. Key #5: Allow Love to Stretch You Love is limitless! It has no boundaries. I do what I do because I want to love people. Each morning, I wake up and ask myself, How can I bless people today? And so I stretch. I go just a teensy bit beyond what I think is my limit and my capacities expand because I want to bless the world. FINAL WORD Open Yourself Up to Extravagant Grace
I dont know how to explain this. I really dont. But in my life, Ive seen how the universe conspires to give me what I need. It could be as simple as a parking space. For years now, Ive noticed that when I need a parking space, it just appears in front of me. I believe we have the power to attract anything in our lives. We can attract a parking space. We can attract money, joy, love, holiness. How? By openness. Ask and you shall receive By opening yourself to blessing, by working on it, pouring your energies into it the conspiracy of grace begins to work in the background. I repeat: God created a universe that will conspire to give you what you need. You can of course attract misery, debt, anxiety and confict in your life as easily. How? By what you do, how you think and what you say. Its really a choice! But let me get back to my Conspiracy of Grace theory. I believe God brought them into my life because I searched for them. Seek and you shall fnd Theres a Buddhist saying, When the student is ready, the teacher will come. Two years ago, I wanted to get into real estate. After being a fedging entrepreneur for three years, I was itching to become an investor. And I also learned that the best investment was in real estate. But how? So for one year, I read everything I could on real estate. And for that whole time, I prayed that God send me a mentor who would teach me how I could earn passive income from real estate. (Passive income means money that you earn while youre playing badminton or swimming in Boracay or doing missionary work in Africa.) One day, I bumped into Larry Gamboa, an old friend I hadnt seen in a long time. I asked, What keeps you busy these days? As if he was casually talking about the weather, Larry said, Oh, I buy foreclosed properties and earn passive income. KABOOM! It was as though lightning had struck from the heavens, and I immediately recognized it as one of those pivotal moments in my life. I somehow knew I was entering into a new world. Knock and the door will be opened I could go on and on. Grace happens everyday. And I cannot explain it. My dear friend, open yourself to extreme, excessive, extravagant grace. I remain your friend, Bo Sanchez bosanchez@kerygmafamily.com P.S. Do you want me to write you regularly? Im not kidding. I can email you a SOULFOOD Letter every week to inspire you, to encourage you, to bring you closer to God. Ill write you stories and messages to nourish your soul. Log onto www.bosanchez. ph and subscribe to my absolutely free SOULFOOD Letter. Dont delay! Get your inspiration regularly. P.S2. Get special whispers from God at www.GodWhispersClub. com twice a week, absolutely free. Youll love this. P.S3. Do you want to gain fnancial abundance? Join my www. TrulyRichClub.com Try it out for 2 months free (just pay postage). Ill send you the How To Be Truly Rich Seminar in audio CDs to your home as a big bonus just for trying it out. Visit www. TrulyRichClub.com now. P.S4. If you want daily Bible Refections to inspire you, join www. KerygmaFamily.com and be part of my virtual, international, borderless, non-physical community.