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Choose Your Pain Wisely

“I wish I…(gasp) didn’t start… (gasp) smoking at the… (gasp) age of seventeen…(gaaaaaaaasp!)”

It was tiring to just watch Joe breath.

Every act of inhaling for him was pure torture.

Joe has severe emphysema—an incurable lung condition, often caused by prolonged smoking.

The way he breathed, you’d think he was having an asthma attack 24 hours a day.

Joe hasn’t gone out of his room for five years now.

Because he can’t.

He just lies in bed the whole day, staring at the ceiling, mumbling to himself.

I should know.

Because he’s been in ANAWIM, our Home for the Aged, for all these five years.

I remember the first time I met him…

“I caused this on myself,” he said. (I’m omitting the gasps in between his words. Or I’ll consume twenty pages for this chapter.) “I’m suffering now because I didn’t have the commitment to stop smoking, even if everyone was telling me to stop. So I smoked for forty years. So here I am, paying for it… Oh, if only I can turn back the hands of time!”

Watching him suffer on his bed makes me think of the young guys and gals smoking today, thinking they’re so cool. I’ll tell them, “Visit Joe for a day—just one day—and see if it’s still cool. Stare at Joe breathe. Watch your future before your eyes.”

I’ve realized one thing about life.

You can never escape pain.

But at least, you can choose between two types of pain.

First is the pain of commitment.

Second is the pain of regret.

The first pain weighs a kilo.

But the second pain weighs a ton.

Joe did not choose the pain of commitment. There were probably many times when he tried to stop. There were probably many New Year’s resolutions made about quitting cigarettes. But he wanted to be cool.

He chose the pain of regret.

Yesterday, I met another man who didn’t choose the pain of commitment.

Let’s call him Mark. Mark abandoned his wife and three kids for a younger woman.

His wife is devastated. His kids are confused, angry, and rebellious.

“I still love my wife, Bo” he told me, “but my feelings for this other girl is something I’ve never felt before…” And I’m sure the fact that she’s sexier, more touchy, and younger by five years has nothing to do with that incredible feeling of his.

Mark asked me if what he did was right.

“You don’t love your wife,” I told him, “because love means choosing the pain of commitment. Of sticking around for better or worse.”

I told him that one day, he’s going to have the pain of regret.

When he sees his kids and grandkids—bearing the scars of his unfaithfulness. When he sees his wife—and the depth of suffering he gave her. As an old man, he will look at the devastation he caused—and weep with the sadness of a thousand tears.


May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

[pridi]

DIRTY YOUR HANDS

I’m a preacher.
But I’m also an entrepreneur. Yes, I run a few personal businesses. (Just to clear the questions in many people’s minds: Nope, I don’t own Bo’s Café. Though I wish I did.)
Because I earn through my businesses, I can afford not to get a salary from my spiritual community, Light of Jesus Family. When I preach 4x at the Feast each Sunday, I do so for free. And I love it.
This is also the reason why I donate all my book royalties to the ministry. (So far, I’ve written 36 bestselling books, and my book royalties are humongous.) I love the fact that I write books for free too.
And when huge companies invite me to speak, my speakers fee is large. But I donate 100% of it to the ministry.
How can I keep giving money away?
Because I earn money from my own small businesses. That’s how I feed my family—and employ almost a hundred people—and thus feed their families too.
But I also get criticized for being an entrepreneur.
For some hyper spiritual people, telling them that I’m a businessman lowers my dignity before their eyes. Because being a businessman means I “sell” stuff and earn a “profit”—two yucky words according to religious people. (To make matters worse, one of my businesses is running financial seminars. Yes, a seminar where I talk about money the whole day. My gosh, what could be worse?)
Some people don’t understand why I should be involved in a business. “Bo, you should be doing only holy work. Don’t dirty your hands in business.”
But in my mind, dirty hands means great dignity.
Dirty hands is a great honor.
And hands that don’t get dirty mean great shame!
Jesus ran a tiny business, building farm tools as a carpenter, and selling them to his neighbors for a profit.
St. Paul’s owned his own business too, weaving tents and selling them in the market for a profit as well.
I really believe that profit can be holy.
This is one of the many reasons why some people are poor: We’ve got crazy ideas in our brain that say that profit is bad, money is evil, and business is for crooks.
This coming 2015, I pray for your abundance. May you “dirty your hands”, give your special gift to the world, serve others with excellence, earn a profit, and give generously.

May our dreams come true,


Bo Sanchez

[SuperCrunch]

knsay member sa iyang truly rich club dri?

[pridi]

Learn To Say No Sometimes


“Can you bring a tiny package to my family in Manila?”

“No problem!” I said to the petite Filipina in front of me.

This happened many years ago in a preaching trip in Europe when I still didn’t know about the Balikbayan* Phrase Dictionary. In it, the term “tiny package” means “any object in the universe whose any size is slightly smaller than planet earth”.

When I arrived at the airport, her tiny package was waiting for me: the suitcase was bigger than my bag.

“Sorry Bo,” she said sheepishly, stepping out of her suitcase’s shadow, “I thought it was tiny. But it kept growing bigger and bigger and bigger…”

“Wow. It’s miraculous.”

She then handed me an envelope “just in case you have excess baggage” and left me as quickly as a woman running away from a rapist. I opened it and discovered ten dollars in it. I hollered back at her, “Will this multiply miraculously too?”

When I checked-in her suitcase, true enough, the ticketing guy told me I needed to pay excess baggage. Holding the ten dollars with trembling fingers, I asked how much it would cost. When he showed the astronomical figure to me, I had a paranormal experience right there and then: I felt my soul leave my body for a few seconds. (This happened when I was still a poor missionary.)

When I came about, I inquired as calmly as I could, “Does this price also include the purchase of the plane? Or do I get the plane and own all the pilots and stewardesses as well?”

That experience taught me a very important lesson in life: Learn to say no sometimes.

Like one day, I received ten invitations to preach. These invitations come daily through email and snail mail and phone calls.

As much as this pains me, I say no to 99% of these invitations.
Oh how I love to preach! Everyday, if possible. But if I say yes to all of these invitations, I won’t be able to see my wife and kids anymore. Or I won’t be able to preach in my little spiritual family, Light of Jesus, or write my books, or support my various ministries for the poor…

I learned a very important principle: Saying “no” is really saying a bigger “yes” to what God wants me to do.

Hey, there’re a million things you can do.

But what does God want for your life? If you don’t learn to say “no” to all the myriad of options life offers you, you won’t be able to say “yes” to His specific mission for your life.

Question: Do you have excess baggage in your life?

Learn to say no to excess baggage.

Your yes depends on it.

May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

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knsay member sa iyang truly rich club dri?

naay ubay2x boss, unsa diay unta imong pangutana? God bless

[SuperCrunch]

Learn To Say No Sometimes


“Can you bring a tiny package to my family in Manila?”

“No problem!” I said to the petite Filipina in front of me.

This happened many years ago in a preaching trip in Europe when I still didn’t know about the Balikbayan* Phrase Dictionary. In it, the term “tiny package” means “any object in the universe whose any size is slightly smaller than planet earth”.

When I arrived at the airport, her tiny package was waiting for me: the suitcase was bigger than my bag.

“Sorry Bo,” she said sheepishly, stepping out of her suitcase’s shadow, “I thought it was tiny. But it kept growing bigger and bigger and bigger…”

“Wow. It’s miraculous.”

She then handed me an envelope “just in case you have excess baggage” and left me as quickly as a woman running away from a rapist. I opened it and discovered ten dollars in it. I hollered back at her, “Will this multiply miraculously too?”

When I checked-in her suitcase, true enough, the ticketing guy told me I needed to pay excess baggage. Holding the ten dollars with trembling fingers, I asked how much it would cost. When he showed the astronomical figure to me, I had a paranormal experience right there and then: I felt my soul leave my body for a few seconds. (This happened when I was still a poor missionary.)

When I came about, I inquired as calmly as I could, “Does this price also include the purchase of the plane? Or do I get the plane and own all the pilots and stewardesses as well?”

That experience taught me a very important lesson in life: Learn to say no sometimes.

Like one day, I received ten invitations to preach. These invitations come daily through email and snail mail and phone calls.

As much as this pains me, I say no to 99% of these invitations.
Oh how I love to preach! Everyday, if possible. But if I say yes to all of these invitations, I won’t be able to see my wife and kids anymore. Or I won’t be able to preach in my little spiritual family, Light of Jesus, or write my books, or support my various ministries for the poor…

I learned a very important principle: Saying “no” is really saying a bigger “yes” to what God wants me to do.

Hey, there’re a million things you can do.

But what does God want for your life? If you don’t learn to say “no” to all the myriad of options life offers you, you won’t be able to say “yes” to His specific mission for your life.

Question: Do you have excess baggage in your life?

Learn to say no to excess baggage.

Your yes depends on it.

May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

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naay ubay2x boss, unsa diay unta imong pangutana? God bless

Mag storya sad mo didto about ana before or after sa feast?

[pridi]

Mag storya sad mo didto about ana before or after sa feast?

kung trulyrich club boss, lahi gyud na cla nga package/group kay financials specific man na cla.... and during sa Feast, to answer your question, maminaw sa talk (topics in the Feast may not be finance related) lang den outside the venue after sa feast, kung mgka pundok cla, then its up to them nah... if you want, you could PM me your name and contact info para ma relay ka namo sa kanang member na gyud sa trulyrich club and tig attend pud sa feast...

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2nd session 3:00pm-5:00pm
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Every Monday at 6:00pm
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[pridi]

Learn From Your Tears

I was in Grade Five.

One of my teachers 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 twenty-four. Aha! Can she wait for me until I grew older? I was only eleven, but what was thirteen years if our fierce love would conquer all that stood between us?

She still had problems remembering my name, but I figured 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 finally 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 fifteen 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, I’ve had a thousand other crushes with other dimples, lashes, braces, smiles, giggles, hair-clips, winks, laughs, scents, teeth…

I had my first girlfriend at 17.

We broke up, made up, broke up again, made up again…
Please repeat sequence 3000 times.

(Note: That’s why I’m 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 for 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 didn’t like me.

On that fateful night when she finally 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 flush 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 office—applying for work.

But at that time, I was seriously considering becoming a priest—or becoming a celibate layman—waiting for God’s 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 office.

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 mountaintop with no one else but God, my Bible, and a wise Jesuit priest, to finally 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 office.

So I courted her.

I begged. I pleaded. I stalked her like a predator.

And when all that didn’t work, I quietly said, “I’m your boss. I’ll fire you if you don’t 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, that’s not how it exactly happened either.

The important thing is that at age 32, I married her—and it’s been an amazing journey.

Yes, life is a journey with lots and lots and lots of waiting.

And it seems as if nothing is happening right now.

We need to enjoy that journey—to relish, taste, celebrate, and breathe in all the waiting, all the detours, all the craziness, all the misfires and failures and bruises.

And I have also realized that everything that happens in life are lessons.

In other words, put your bucket of tears to good use.

No, I wasn’t serious about flushing the toilet.

Use your tears to make you more mature. Stronger. Wiser.

Always ask yourself the question, “What is this experience teaching me?”

Friends, learn all you can.

May your dreams come true,

Bo Sanchez

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OPEN YOURSELF TO EXTRAVAGANT GRACE

I don’t know how to explain this.
I really don’t.
But in my life, I’ve seen how the universe conspires to give me what I need.
It could be as simple as a parking space. For years now, I’ve noticed that when I need a parking space, it just appears in front of me. (Obviously, there were exceptions, but even the exceptions were gifts from God, redirecting me to go somewhere else or do something else.)
I believe we have the power to attract anything in our lives.
We can attract a parking space. We can attract joy, love, holiness, money….
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 conflict in your life as easily. How? By what you do, how you think, and what you say. It’s 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 find…

A wise man once said, When the student is ready, the teacher will come.
Around 8 years ago, I wanted to get into the Stock Market.
But I didn’t know a single thing about it. I was a missionary for decades, so I was a total nincompoop when it came to the mysterious world of Stocks. So I prayed to God to send me a mentor to teach me.
After a year with that prayer percolating within me, someone called up the office—a guy was requesting for lunch. He said he read my book and wishes to have talk with me.
When we sat down together for the meal, he introduced himself. And I couldn’t believe my ears. He said he was a former member of the Board of the Philippine Stock Exchange and has been earning money through the Stock Market for 30+ years.
That day, I met my mentor. That day, he introduced me into the whole world of Stock Market investing. And since that day, he has been my financial, business, and life mentor—while he considers me as his spiritual mentor too.
Once I learned, I started teaching others how to invest in the Stock Market too. Today, I’ve taught thousands and the numbers keep growing everyday.

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.

May your dreams come true,


Bo Sanchez

[littlelad]

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