tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-283994202011-07-28T06:19:30.686-07:00Bo Sanchez is a bestselling author, a powerful preacher, and the founder of many ministries that serve the poor and the Catholic faithful in the Philippines. He publishes Shepherds' Voice - the Philippines' most popular Catholic literature - and hosts his own weekly Catholic TV program and daily radio show. His passion is to see people reach their God-given potential and receive abundance in every area of life.Editor @ Parishworld.nethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11351018547370080019noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28399420.post-76209202527884355822009-03-17T11:51:00.000-07:002009-03-17T11:53:35.921-07:00

By Bo SanchezLet me tell you a crazy story.One morning, a woman was sad when she faced the mirror. She discovered she only had 3 strands of hair on her head. Suddenly, she smiled. “Today,” she said, “I’ll braid my hair!” And after doing so, she walked out of her home and had fun, fun, fun.The next morning, the woman woke up and felt sad as she saw the mirror. She discovered she only had 2 strands

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My Greatest Blessing For 2008By Bo SanchezJANUARY 6, 2009 (http://bosanchez.ph/) - Who said you can’t have fun on a budget? Last July, to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, my extended family of 28 all flew to the island resort of Boracay for five days. Just imagine how much we spent. But this Christmas 2008, we spent a meager P6000 only. Because fun doesn’t mean expensive. Fun means you’re

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By Bo SanchezMay I disturb you?Last Sunday, I disturbed the 6000+ people attending the Kerygma Conference.Because that morning, God disturbed me too.He woke me up and told me to totally change my talk. Just like that. I had barely a few minutes to prepare, so I didn’t even know everything I was going to say.On stage, I opened the Bible to Matthew 11:28:“Come to me all of you who are weary and

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By Bo SanchezThis morning, Tita Neneng died. My dearest friend was 83 years old. Who was she? She was God’s love to me. Really. Let me tell you her incredible story. She was a short, plumpish, silver-haired, never-been-married woman with a contagious laugh and a heart as big as a boat. For years, she was a very successful businesswoman who owned a gigantic canteen in a hospital. All her life, she

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By Bo Sanchez“Bo, you’re wrong. Poverty is a matter of fate…”He came up to me right after I gave a talk on financial literacy. The man spoke to me with the gravity of a Supreme Court Justice, it scared me.“Why do you say that, sir?” I asked.“Because there are people who are born poor,” the man said, “And there are people who are born rich. That’s destiny. That’s the will of God.”I winced. How

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By Bo SanchezThis will be short.I just want to ask you a question.Last week, I had lunch with a wealthy foreigner.How wealthy? He was earning two million dollars a month. (I’m not kidding.) He was in the Philippines visiting our smaller islands. “So how did you like your visit?” I asked him.“I loved it,” he said, “I have never met a more polite, more courteous, nicer people than the Filipinos.”“

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What Is Your Joy List? My traveling companion was an 83-year-old woman.I just preached in Jakarta and Singapore—and brought my Mom with me. Sure, she had salt and pepper hair. And a few more wrinkles on her face. Sure, she had her metal cane. And walked slower than I did.But Mom followed my crazy schedule.We arrived midnight in Jakarta. Slept a bit. By

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By Bo SanchezNope, It Doesn’t Just Come From Being Quiet, Spa Treatments, Meditation, and Breathing Exercises.Let Me Tell You How You Can Have Inner PeaceNo Matter How Busy You Are… I have a crazy schedule.But despite this, I do enjoy inner peace. By the end of this article, I’ll share with you the secret to my inner peace, and how you too can enjoy it—no matter how busy you are. But first, let

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By Bo Sanchez“Excuse me, where is the Trinity?” I was walking in the lobby of St. Luke’s hospital in Quezon City when this man came up and hit me with this very deep question. He looked very confused. My guess was that he recognized me from my TV show or my books and decided to ask me a spiritual question. So I gave him my best shot. I dug deep into my theology and said, “The Trinity is all

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And I Urge You To Use That Freedom To Love God More!By Bo SanchezOnce upon a time, I was poor. And proud of it. I was a happy single missionary who didn’t think about money, didn’t touch money, didn’t save money, and didn’t want to have anything to do with money.At that time, I really believed that saving money was a lack of trust in God. I also believed that insurance was for the spiritually

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By Bo SanchezThe average NBA player hits 8.3 points per game. Michael Jordan’s average score was a mind-blowing 32 points per game. That’s why Michael Jordan was Michael Jordan. Jordan was so incredibly consistent he retired in 1999 from the NBA still keeping his 32 point career average. Here’s the remarkable thing: His 32 points happened whether he had injuries or not, or who his coach was, or

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Difficult People Will Teach You How To Build Your Boundaries By Bo SanchezIf you’re an approval addict or people-pleaser like me, I’m writing this especially to you. You see, I’m a person who didn’t like saying “No”. For the longest time, that word wasn’t even in my vocabulary. For years, I never showed my anger to anyone. After years of smiling even if I was offended, there came a point when I

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By Bo Sanchez“Lord, help me to bless people today.” That’s my daily morning prayer… uh, when I’m happy. And usually, I am. But once in awhile, I don’t wake up happy. And usually, it’s because of a difficult person in my life. That’s when I pray, “Lord, how can I bless this… this… this… creature?” I’m a very patient person, so this doesn’t happen too often. But it happens. Friend, do you have a

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Your True Size Is Measured By Your Courage, Wisdom, and Love.By Bo SanchezEditor's note: Bo Sanchez kicks off his 2008 US/Canada preaching ministry tour on May 8, 2008 in Concord, CA. Catch him at one of his preaching events at a city near you. Click here to view his May 2008 tour schedule. Even as a baby elephant, Bulig was big. As Bulig grew up, he was taller and bigger than all his playmates.

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If you don’t have one, get one–Quick! By Bo SanchezI got interviewed again. A number of times, in fact. This time, the questions were focused on dreaming big dreams. So I’m putting together a bunch of questions and answers from these interviews. I know they will inspire you. And make you laugh at the same time. Because of so many interviews, giving crazy answers keeps me sane. Enjoy! Q: How many

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By Bo SanchezCall Me Crazy, But She Still Makes My Heart Go Pumpity-Pump After ten years of marriage, I’m still crazy for this woman. Being with her is my little piece of heaven on earth. Here’s my proof: So far, I’ve had 508 romantic dates with my wife. (Yes, my wife. What were you thinking? She’s my ex-girlfriend, right?) That’s once per week for almost 10 beautiful years. And I’ve loved every

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Chiqui Lara attracts blessings—and you can too!By Bo SanchezI didn’t know what to expect. I read the message in my cellphone. “Ms. Chiqui Lara, 7:30am, Hotel Intercon.” I was about to have breakfast with the President and CEO of a company, part of a multinational based in London. My imagination was playing on me. I pictured this lady President to be a tall, imposing, sophisticated woman in a dark

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You’re God’s Very OwnBy Bo SanchezLet me share with you a story that blessed me deeply. I read it from the Chicken Soup series,but let me paraphrase it for you here.One day, Abbie, a social worker, received a call from an orphanage.Could she find foster parents for a particular baby, they asked. Abbie visited the orphanage and saw a cute little baby standing on the crib. The baby smiled at her

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A Wife Of A Jobless Husband Shares Her Story of Waiting… By Bo SanchezI’m taking a break from my teaching series on “Getting Rid of Hidden Addictions.” (I’ll give the next article next week.) Let me pause to take a breather and share with you a beautiful story. I met Yane Pe Benito when I gave a talk at her company, Pioneer Insurance. Yane is a lovely woman with such an amazing story to tell, I

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Do you have a hidden addiction that is stealing your life away?By Bo SanchezHave you heard of the great Houdini?As a young boy, I loved reading about him. Houdini was probably the most famous escape artist in the world. I’m not sure if the story I’m about to tell you is part legend and part history, but I find it utterly fascinating. Houdini boasted he could escape any jail cell in less than an

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Father Did Many Things, But I Will Always Remember Him As…The Dad Who Brought Me Out For PizzaBy Bo SanchezMy Dad is gone.My hero. My mentor. Gone.An hour before he died, I gently brushed my hand on his grey hair. I looked at his tired face, his wrinkled hands, the tubes attached to his arm—and something in me told me his time was up. He wanted to go home. I prayed a blessing on him. An hour

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By Bo Sanchez (www.kerygmafamily.com)I love Assisi. It’s simply gorgeous. But I guess you know that I’m biased. (More on this later.) It’s a 2000-year old Roman city atop a hill, with winding cobbled roads and fortress walls. But it was St. Francis and St. Claire that has made this place extremely special some 800 years ago. If you’ve been reading my books, you’d know that Francis has such a

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From Pisa To Sienna To AssisiBy Bo Sanchez (from www.kerygmafamily.com)From our hotel, the leaning tower of Pisa was a stone's throw away. It was utterly beautiful; I kept walking to it just to stare at it one more time.As a child, I loved reading about the leaning tower of Pisa.It was an odd monument. It was so unique, Leonardo da Vinci used it for his experiments on the law of gravity.And there

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From Nice, France, To Pisa, ItalyBy Bo SanchezThis is ironic. Because our pilgrim group was going to Rome, our bus had to pass the French Riviera and stay one night in Nice. Does that place ring a bell? I don’t know about you, but I only hear “French Riviera” when I read about Hollywood stars taking vacations there. And right next to Nice is Monaco and Monte Carlo, very famous for its casinos,

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My Friend Emy Serafica Preaches To Me One Last TimeBy Bo SanchezWhen I was 14 years old, I led the first ever prayer meeting of the Light of Jesus Community. My family was there, and so were twenty other people. Looking back, it was pretty comic. Why would a bunch of grown-ups follow a kid in a crummy tee shirt, jogging pants, and sandals? Especially a kid who watched Voltes V and even memorized

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By Bo Sanchez (www.kerygmafamily.com)“Ask, and it will be given to you.” – Matthew 7:7Do you want french fries with that?Pretty simple question.But because of that one single line, a burger chain adds $20 million to its annual profits each year. From one tiny question!And if you order a Coke, the girl behind the counter has been trained to ask, “Large?”Again, that second question adds millions

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By Bo SanchezTwo days ago, I had an ecumenical meeting with the Philippine President Gloria and various religious leaders in the country (even Muslim leaders).That was where I spoke to Bishop Ruben Abante, the head of the Alliance of Baptist Churches in the Philippines. We were talking about how to solve the problems of the world. Shucks.That was when Bishop Ruben gave me a word about families

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By Bo SanchezCarol was peeking through the window again.Daily, she’d watch the sweet couple next-door, doing their morning ritual: Before the husband went off to work, he’d kiss his wife, give her a hug, and declare to her, “I love you!” for all the world to hear. Each morning, Carol saw this sight, and every time, her heart was filled with envy.Finally, one day, she couldn’t take it anymore.So

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By Bo Sanchez Let me speak to married men this time. One morning, let’s say you find your wife in bed with tears in her eyes. When you ask her why, she mumbles, “I’m depressed.” As a husband who has read the Bible, attended prayer meetings, and was now active in the parish, the temptation at this point is to love her with your mind. “What? How could

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By Bo SanchezHere’s My Gift: I’m Not a Theologian With Three Doctorates---Just a Preacher In Blue Jeans…UNLESS you remain faithful to who you are, you have no gift to give to the world. A few months ago, The Philippine Daily Inquirer ran a cover story about me in its Sunday edition. If you were not able to buy a copy, blame my mother who bought every single copy she could get her hands

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7:00 AMOne Saturday morning, I kidnap our ANAWIM (Editor's Note: ANAWIM is the non-profit home that Bo operates to help the underprivileged in the Philippines) orphans and kids, all fifteen of them, and squeeze them into my car for a day of fun. Along the way, the kids are singing, dancing, screaming, and vomiting on each other. No wonder my car’s air freshener isn’t working well. And where are

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I recall a few years back, I felt depressed.I had a million problems! I had conflicts to deal with, a few storms in my Catholic community, plus a number of personal trials as well. To top it all, my dandruff was getting worse and my pimples are erupting again.I prayed, “Lord, are you sure you want me to continue preaching and writing? I know I’m good-looking (depression has a way of making me

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Let me describe to you a hard-headed, stubborn-viewed, narrow-minded, obstinate-thinking, stiff-necked man.Two guys bump onto each other on the street.And one says, “Tom? Wow, Tom! My, you’ve changed! You were so stout before, and now, you’re soooooo thin! And you used to be short, but now you’re incredibly tall. And my goodness, you were so fair-skinned before, but you’re dark now! And your

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In my life, I have found three places that give me a deep sense of the presence of God: 1) A scenic mountain with lovely forests; 2) A tranquil beach under a blue sky; 3) And the passenger seat of Roger's red '86 Corolla.You see, my friend Roger drives like a mad man. Once he starts driving, those riding with him instinctively reach for their wallets and tearfully kiss the photos of their loved

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from “Bo’s Soulfood,” a ParishWorld blog by Bo SanchezThey tell me that the average speed of a car in Manila is 25 kph. That's catastrophically slow, about 12 mph. That's just the speed of a turtle injected with steroids.Aside from traffic, there are two other things that make vehicles go slow: Humps and potholes.Between these two, I'd rather choose humps.Especially those that are painted bright

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I now own a cell phone.People who have been reading my stuff for a few years know how I love the simple lifestyle, ala St. Francis of Assisi. I've always wanted an uncluttered and free life. I didn't want ringing, beeping, and vibrating things disturbing my prayer time. And for the sake of humility (or so I thought), I didn't want the status symbol of a cell phone hanging from my belt.So except

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When I was a kid, I sort of liked getting sick.Honest.Not only because I could miss school and stay home. I liked being sick because Mom would bring me milk and cookies as I stayed in bed.In all the times I got sick as a kid (which was about every other month), I never saw my Mom get too tired not to serve me, or feed me, or fuzz over me. In my mind, the earth may shake, the moon melt, and the

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When I was getting married, I cried, "Heeeeeeeeelp!" I wanted to call the Fire Brigade. The Marines! The SWAT team. Power Rangers! Batman and Robin. Lois and Clark! Jacky Chan. Anybody!Why? Because I felt incredibly awkward.To say, "I was getting married," was like as saying "I'm blonde" or I'm from Pluto" or "My nose is gorgeous." Because if you've been reading stuff I wrote a few years back,

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Boy and girl.Sweet young things.Around their late teens.Both walking in front of me, lost in their world of cute cupids, beating hearts, and chocolate cream cakes with caramel toppings.They walk as if walking on air, hand in hand.Hip to hip.Shoulder to shoulder.Eye to eye.Nose to nose.Bad breath to bad breath.But do they mind?Of course not. They're in luv.I watch this scene with amusement one

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I remember a time when life was a little simpler.During an ancient, pre-historic era, there was only one Shakey's pizza store in the country - located in far away Angeles City. I was only twelve years old when my father would bring me there for a two-hour drive, just to eat pizza. He'd eat two slices, and I'd eat the rest.More than the pizza however, I treasure the time I spent with Dad. In my

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I'm taking post-graduate courses in Theology to remind me of how ignorant I really am. You see, I love listening to my brilliant professors speak high-tech "theologese."But I guess it's not just for me. I can't write straight with big, heavy-duty words, quoting stuff from super-duper theologians.That work to me is just a little bit less difficult than doing advanced Trigonometry. But I recall one

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I've been traveling too much, I sometimes wake up in the morning wondering what city I'm in. Am I in Davao? Or Bacolod? Or Toronto? Or LA? Or Jakarta? Or Cebu?Everything is a giant blur.But the moment I step outside the sunny day, and inhale the heavy, poisonous, potent, mutant, radioactive, genetically-altering, tuberculosis-causing, cancer-inducing fumes of the air...Ahhh... (Cough.)Instantly,

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I can still see it.There was a bamboo hut I saw while traveling in a far-flung island in the country. Right smack in the middle of nowhere, with mountain ranges and farmlands around it, lay this tiny shack the size of your regular toilet.I had to stop to take a good look, because it had a sign on top of it. And the sign was bigger than the house itself. I read it, in big, bold, bright, red

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My father isn't the expressive, sentimental type.He isn't the hugging, 'I love you' kind of a 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. We'd jog together every night, walk to a pizza joint on weekends, and simply talk. (Actually, I'd do the talking and he'd do the listening.)My father was my best friend.A few months ago,

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I hold her hand.And stroke her hair gently.And getting enough courage, I steal a kiss from her cheek.And when she finally smiles at me, I think I am one incredibly lucky guy.Tracy is already a young woman.But her head is bent downward, and drool flows through one side of her mouth, and her face is bereft of any expression. She can’t speak. Or move by herself. Every once in a while, someone has to

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Can you believe this?At a time when KERYGMA had about 250,000 readers all over the country (there’s more today) plus a few more thousands around the world, we only had two phone lines in our office.You read that right: Two.That was like putting the entire Pacific Ocean through a small two-inch pipe.And rusty ones too. Because our phones had the audacity to break down on us. During that memorable

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