Yesterday, my little boy asked me, “Daddy, how old are you?”
I said, “I’ll be 43, son.”
He kept staring at me, trying to fathom my age but couldn’t.
Finally, he shouted out his realization, “Dad, you’re ooooooold!”
My son is now in our torture chamber in the basement of our house.
Thankfully, a close friend visited me to tell me, “Bo, you’re not old.”
I gushed, “Thanks, bro. I needed to hear that.”
Trying to comfort me, he said, “It’s just that the number of cells dying in your body far outnumber the cells being born. In other words, you’re atrophying, decaying every single second. Like a piece of old wood rotting inside. But you’re not old.”
Wow. Made me want to hug him. In the neck area.
That was when my wife entered the room, saying, “Hi Love, I bought you a youth cream for your face. It’ll remove your awful wrinkles.”
Her timing couldn’t be more perfect.
“Sweets, those aren’t wrinkles. They’re lines of luminousness. Marks of maturity. Warts of wisdom. And you know I don’t put that…stuff…on my face. That’s girly…stuff.”
“No, it’s not. Lots of cute guys put this on. Tom Cruise. Brad Pitt. John Lloyd. Piolo Pascual. You know, guys with fantastic looks like yourself.”
“Oh. Do I apply it with a circular motion or dabs and strokes?”
Just Wanted To Drop A Note
To Say, “I Love You”
Sorry, just had to make you smile a little bit.
Before I tell you why I wrote you today.
With your permission, I’ll be writing a short and sentimental letter to you now.
It’s my birthday, so I have a license to be mushy today.
Friend, I’d like to personally thank you for being part of my life.
My life is wonderful. It really, really is. Can’t think of another way to live.
And you’re one of the reasons why my life is so wonderful.
You read my stuff. You laugh at my corny jokes. You pass on my e-mails to your friends. You encourage me to keep writing. And you pray for me and tell me you love me.
I’m now the envy of every writer on the planet. Because I have what every writer dreams about: Readers who love him and whom he loves.
At the end of the day, I write because I love you.
I preach because I love you.
Corny. But true.
I’ve been writing for 20 years and preaching for 30 years. Yes, I’m getting old. But I will continue doing what I’m doing as long as God gives me the strength.
Once again, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU.
I repeat: You’re my dream come true.
And through my writing, may I help you in making your dreams come true.
Love,
Bo Sanchez
PS. I love you. My love may not be perfect. But it’s all that I have to offer you.
PS2. Join me this Sunday for a special blessing. This Sunday, July 12, I celebrate my birthday. (My birthday is actually July 11, but Sunday’s the day we regularly gather with my spiritual family, Light of Jesus.) If you live in Metro Manila, meet me at the FEAST. Choose between the 8am-10am or 1pm-3pm session (because the 10:30am-12:30noon session is standing-room-only). We have Mass, lively worship, and dynamic preaching. And this Sunday, I’ll lead everyone to a special prayer where we dedicate our lives to God more. It’s at Valle Verde Country Club, Pasig, beside ULTRA. For more information, call Tel. 7259999. See you!
