Living Shirtless

Luke 6:29 says this: If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. NIV
Or put another way: If someone grabs your coat, gift wrap your best shirt and make a present of it. The Message

I’ve been pondering this passage for some time and what it would mean to “live shirtless.” Here are some of my thoughts.
*If I’m wearing a cloak, it is probably because I need it—it’s cold.
*If someone is asking for my cloak, I assume he doesn’t have one—he’s cold.
*Would I offer my shirt if he already had one? He’s super cold.
*If I give away my cloak, I will be less warm, but he will be more warm.
*If I give him my coat and my shirt, he will be warm, and I will be cold.

Why would any sane person do this? (I really hate to be cold.)
It is sane to give it all away IF one trusts that they will get another shirt and coat from their supplier.

MT 6:28-30 "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

Rich kids spend money with no worries. Why? They’ve got a rich dad. They trust in their supplier. (They may have to spend according to his will or get cut off.)

One day when I was thinking about this as I was shopping, I stopped to get some cash at the bank. And the thought occurred to me: what if I made a practice of giving not the smallest bill in my wallet to those who ask, but the largest. What if I gave it all?

So I made a promise right then. The next person I see standing on a corner with a sign asking for money gets it all—everything in my wallet. If you don’t think God takes promises like that seriously, for heaven’s sake, don’t make them. In less than five minutes, there he was, the guy with the sign, in a place I’ve never seen one before or since.

And I had just gotten a hundred bucks in cash.

So I took that hundred dollars and the sixteen I already had, rolled it up and handed it to him. And I went back to my car and laughed, thinking how surprised he’d be when he unrolled that wad. (Or maybe he was an angel and not surprised at all!)

I know my Dad—it’s His will for me to give to the poor. So it’s really no big deal to give.

He’s rich