WHILE here upon earth, how intensely conscious we are of being naked. The very body by which the spirit is clothed, so far from having anything of the genial character, the warmth of clothing about it, most painfully contributes to this. Subject, as it is, to sickness,' hunger, fatigue, it weighs down the poor heart, it chills the spirit within, often; alas I hindering its joy in looking on to its heavenly rest. How different this from what it will be hereafter with us. Clothed, as we shall be, with new bodies, we shall not then be, as we now' are, "found naked," but, as we wrap our garments of glory and beauty around us, shall find ourselves rejoicing in the delightful consciousness 'of being thus clothed, in the happy assurance that we never again shall feel the keen cutting blast of the desert which we have left forever behind us.
I once knew of a dear Christian, who had just lost his wife, saying, while sitting beside her after her death, that he felt as though he had no clothes on, nothing in the way of covering, upon him at all. This illustrates, I think, what the apostle means' in this passage. In this case the desolation, the distressing sense of nakedness within, was felt by the outward man, as well as the inward.