The city of abeokuta was dazzling that night as I stared across it from the balcony of Green legacy hotel. Entering the restaurant, I looked around. The receptionist, a tall blond young man with artificial manners, asked, as if he knew me, Mr. Ebenezer ?

I nodded with a smile, and he took me to a private table in the rear. The person I was looking for was there, waiting for me. As he arose we exchanged greetings, and after a brief trivial conversation he got to the point.

“You know I have money,” he said, taking charge of the situation at once. I can buy whatever I want, travel any place in the world and make things happen that most people just dream about; but when night comes, I can’t sleep. I feel as if I were in debt to someone. Some nights I remain awake till dawn . Tell me what I’m missing, but don’t ask me to be a member of your church, and don’t talk to me about Jesus.

His attitude surprised me. Although a gaint in the World of business, he sat there almost begging for help, but he didn’t want me to talk to him about Jesus. You know that I am a lover of Jesus, I said. “Yes, but can’t you talk about anything else but religion?

Of course we can, I could discuss stock market or the present exchange rate for dollars. I could talk to you about sports about the ongoing world cup in Russia or about the culture of the different cutis I have visited, but you have just asked me a specific question. You want to know what you are lacking, and I am sure it is not stock and bonds, sports, travel or culture. What you need is a spiritual sense of your life, but you don’t want me to talk to you about Jesus.
What can I do? If I were to tell you that the solution to your problem is in any part of the country and that it would cost you #1 million, you wouldn’t hesitate a minute. You would get ready and go there immediately to look for solution. Am I Right?

The man blinked several times, took a sip of water and didn’t know what to say. He was aware of the emptiness of his life. Something was seriously wrong.
At the beginning of his career, when he was still young and filled with dreams and ambition, he believed that he needed money to be happy. He concentrated all his efforts in getting it, and had achieved his objective. Now he is a multimillionaire and according to his plan, should have been satisfied. But he wasn’t. Instead he felt constant anguish and couldn’t identify the cause. Although looking for help, he didn’t want to hear anything about God.

We talked a bit more, then said goodbye without coming to any conclusion. This modern man had made money his god. But in spite of all his money he was empty and distraught.

He was empty,yes. what do you think he needed most to feel this emptiness? If you were in his position, though confused, what would you really be seeking for? And If you were in my shoes, what would you have told him?
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