Shayari Bazar

The man seemed not to have heard him. ‘At this life-giving time of the year, Professor Scrooge,’ said the pastor, clicking his pen, ‘it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight contribution to babes and adults, who lie languishing in hospitals and care facilities, standing on street corners and under bridges, or living alone at home during this time. Many are in need of blood transfusions or food or pregnancy care every day in our large community; many others – especially the elderly – are in want of comfort and cheer.’‘Are there no abortion clinics?’ asked Scrooge.‘Plenty of clinics,’ said the pastor, clicking the pen tip in again.‘And Euthanasia facilities?’ demanded Scrooge. ‘Are they still in operation?’‘They are. Still,’ returned the gentleman, ‘I wish I could say they were not.’‘Welfare and Food Stamps are in full swing, then?’ said Scrooge.‘Both very busy.’‘Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,’ said Scrooge. ‘I’m very glad to hear it.’‘Under the impression that they scarcely furnish Christian cheer of mind or body to the multitude,’ returned the gentleman, ‘a few churches are endeavoring to raise a fund to provide those in need with medical care and food as well as the comfort of a human presence and the message of eternal life through Jesus. We choose this time to sow into others’ lives because it is a time, of all others, when we rejoice in the life God gave to us through His Son. What shall I put down – in time, money, or blood – for you?’‘Nothing!’ Scrooge replied.‘You wish to give anonymously, then?’‘I wish to be left alone,’ said Scrooge.