Will Jesus be at the Pajama Jam

Around this time last year, there was an event in the John B. Cade library on campus entitled “Profile of a Black Woman.”
The program was put on by a black male student and it was an art show/poetry reading dedicated to exalting black women. Fliers bearing the face of a beautiful sister were posted and passed out, and it was even advertised in the Digest.
On the night of the event, there was an okay turnout(I’d say about twenty-five, maybe thirty people).
A few people showed up just for extra credit. I would’ve expected a bigger turnout though, especially by black females, since it was a free, come-as-you-are event right on campus.
Around the same time last year, there was a pajama party at Club X-posure. From what I understand, that event was packed to capacity and you had to pay to get in.
However, I heard ladies could get in free wearing “pajamas”(Translation: the sexiest night clothes worn in the bedroom). The atmosphere, from what I’ve been told, was typical of any other college party-a lot of drinking, half-dressed, horny revelers “wilin’ out.”
Why do so many of us flock to negative events like this where the worst in us is exposed and women are objectified, but when it comes to positive things like the aforementioned event that magnify our best and uplift us, we don’t hardly support them?
Yesterday, a brother handed me a flier for Pajama Jam #4 to be held next Wednesday at Plaza Live.
On this flier, there is a tasteless picture of a young lady laying on her stomach wearing nothing but a pair of see-through panties barely covering her anal.
Last week two other brothers were passing out fliers for parties at Plaza Live that also had pictures of almost-naked women on them.
Anybody with a momma, grandma, sister, or a sense of morality should know that these brothers were out of line for passing out something like that.
Don’t get me wrong-the naked body is a beautiful work of art to be admired in the proper place, but not on a party flier being handed out on a college campus.
The sad fact of the matter is that a lot of us are so numb to vulgarity that it doesn’t even phase us when it’s presented to us. It’s everywhere: videos, magazines, movies, music, etc.
It’s acceptable to us. We have to stop tolerating and entertaining that nonsense because we’re better than that.
I want to challenge everybody to put themselves through a spiritual detox for the next few days, at least until the day of the pajama jam.
Instead of listening to Max 94.1 or that Young Jeezy CD, try listening to some spiritual music. Listen to the G-Factor on Sunday afternoon on station 106.5 FM because they always have something spiritually uplifting to say.
Instead of watching TV or playing Madden on Playstation, try reading a Bible.
If you don’t know where to start, try Proverbs so you can get some wisdom.
Next time you’re sitting in the student union or the cafeteria about to eat a meal, take a few minutes to give thanks for your food(if you’re in a group, pray as a group).
When your mind isn’t on your classes, think about God-what He might look like, whether or not He’s smiling at what you are doing at that moment, how He worked out an issue you might have been dealing with, or if you’ll remind Him of J. Christ when you see Him.
I guarantee, if you do all of that, it’ll have an impact on the way you think, talk, and act.
Then, when one of these cats try to pass you a party flier, tell them “No thanks.”
Brothers, ask yourself a question. If you were at the pajama jam sipping on some Hypnotic, grinding on a female and Jesus walked in, would He be smiling at you?
Ladies, would Jesus be happy if He walked in Plaza Live and saw you dressed like the girl on the flier?
Everybody, are you gonna find any kind of real love and lasting satisfaction in the club? If you can honestly answer “yes” to any or all of these questions, have fun at the party.
If not, try doing something else meaningful for fun like volunteering at one of these shelters or organizing a food drive or doing something to help these evacuees get right.
This city was spared from two monster hurricanes. That wasn’t happenstance, that was God.
There’s nothing we can do or say to express our gratitude for a blessing like that, but we have to try.
You’re not gonna be able to do that half-naked and tipsy at Pajama Jam #4. Tell me if I’m lyin’.
Focus Only On Development.