WHAT A PITY?
By G.W.S.Ware.
May,26,1939.
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Pity; sympathy with distress which is painful, is what is meant by: "What a
pity."
I can run my memory up and down my 85 years, and view myself at this that and the
other, and say: What a pity I did not use all the sense I had at that time; and up here in
old age, I ought to have the accumulated wisdom of a sage, but show such poor proof of it,
I exclaim: What a pity.
When I see the young men of my old age, doing the sins which has deprived me of
comrades of like age, I exclaim: What a pity that young men of all generations, shorten
their lives by ruining themselves with the same old sins.
When I see the beautiful young ladies of this generation, throwing away their kisses
and embraces, intended of God for their coming husbands, throwing them on the altar of
demons for sinful pleasure, I exclaim: What a pity for themselves, their coming sons and
daughters, and their prospect of Heaven.
When I see matrons of leiure with names on church book, around the card table, playing
with the glint of the gamblers eye: I exclaim, what a pity, as they wipe their mouths in
innocence, saying we are doing no harm; but where are the bad angels of sinful pleasure?
Whispering behind their hands to each other.
When I hear the loud feasting of men’s suppers, with names like the saints of God
on earth joining in, I exclaim: What a pity they heed not the voice of God–no reveler
can enter heaven (Gal. 5:21, 1 Pet. 4:3).
When I see the broad way of sin, crowed with eager people, going away from God, I cry
out for them, What a pity, to give eternal joy, for eternal sorrow.
