•March 21, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I don’t know oh Lord, how to do your will.

You said that I am not in the flesh but in the Spirit. And that you created me anew “in” Christ Jesus.

Then you told me that I am a part of His body. But that HE is the head of that body.

It is also written that just as God dwells in my Christ, He, as the Holy Spirit, will also dwells in me.

Paul told the church at Rome that “they that mind the things of the Spirit are Spirit”?
What does this mean?
How does this fact manifest itself in me or,
We that claim to believe it?

I ask also,
what is this “DO”, I’m to do???

God told the Philippian family (2:13),
that He will not only dwell in us
But He will cause those of us that believe it,
to “want to do –
and then He will empower us to “do”. Do you think that He ment that He would empower us to do –
that which He calls His “Good Pleasure”?

I am not confused. I understand that if I allow God to work His will in me, As He did in Jesus, our Christ;
He will make it so plain that I will not error.

I pray then:
“Help me, dear God, You placed me in the body of Jesus Christ and it is in Him that I do live, move and have my being;

Help me Jesus to be like you. I want to surrender my will to our Father;

just like you did.

I will strive to crucify this flesh until it no longer stands between me and our God.

I strive to be one with my CHRIST that accomplishes the will of God for me.



Sammie L. Carter

Copywrit: Tuesday, October 31, 2017 10:53 AM



•March 9, 2011 • 10 Comments

I am a Black Man.

I was born of a dirt-brown woman;

I cry tears of blood,

My veins run wet with sweat.

I am a Black Man-

I was raised in the shadows of despair

Nurtured by the sting of the scourge

Though my muscles ache by day

And my phallus throbs by night,

My mind continues to reel and rock

As my freedom I try to plot

I am a Black Man-

I cut my teeth on lead-based paint

And skinned my knee on racial hate,

I am a Black Man;

Torn from my native soil

Used like pools of unnatural oil

Refined, confined, derided by men.

I am a Black Man

And I feel so all alone!

I was a slave-

An infinite entity in durance vile,

In search of freedom I thought I had found.

I’ve looked around to find few of my

Fellow conned victims present, why?

The way out was not so hard to find—

And to my dismay, “my” Black Woman is not here.

So she to,  is unable to break the chains

That bind her!

Indeed, I feel so all alone;

Now that I’m free, how free, am I

When she is not.

I am a Black Man.

Though I have overcome my fate

Where oh Mother of Africa is my Amazonian mate?

Strong and serene to fight by my side;

Both refusing to die.

We must overcome our hate by perpetuating its fate.

We complete each other.

So come Black Woman

Let us lead the way

We are the essence of the whole Black Race

Destined to be, are we-

Though my muscles bulge an my spirit soars,

I am incomplete without my Black Mate

For that I am not, she is

The tender creature I’ve forgotten how to be

And in my war torn mind

She is my comforting peace.

Though we grow weary of the test

We strive on for the battle rages on.

Oh! Brown skinned beauty

Reminder of my native pride

Of which to will they try to deny…

But it shall never die

For I am a Black Man;

With my Black Woman,



     Sammie L. Carter

      Copyright 8\15\77

We R not ALONE!!!

•September 18, 2018 • Leave a Comment

My Brother:

My dad died when I was 15 months old. Mom never remarried. I remember one of three men friends she had, came to our house drunk and she chased him away with a broom. She was a high-yeller George girl. She commanded respect! I remember getting mad at God; figuring that if He had not killed my Dad, he would have been there to teach me how to deal with the gangs of Detroit and simply how to be a man. I had come to my wit’s end, one Thursday as I made my way to choir rehearsal. I had decided to kill two or more men that blocked my way; as they did often. To my surprise, I heard what I knew to be the voice of God. Yes, I had heard Him before but that time, He had said to me: “But I want to be your Father.” Never before this time did an image of what I thought was a man that I knew, literally appeared there on Hartford St. North of McGraw; and said, “On your way to choir rehearsal; I said “yes”. He then said: “I’ll walk you down the street.” This man looked like a friend of my mother, but He was out of focus! Yea! It was weird. As He walked a step behind and to the right of me. I could see Him out of the corner of my eye as I often turned to see if those guys had started to chase me; as they often did but not this time. ? As we neared the corner of Cobb and Hartford St. He said: “Well Sammie, I’ll be seeing ya.” I turned immediately to reply but found no one by my side nor nearby. That gang was still where I left them, standing in the street at the other end of the block just North of the alley. I’ve never seen one of those gang members again! This experience was just one of more than five supernatural interventions in my life. Whether it be God incarnate or an angelic being is irrelevant; it does not matter, I know that it has been and continues to be God by my side, all 65 plus years of my life. What your life has been to date, is not as unique as you think but it is nevertheless, uniquely yours. Believe me; when I say; “It was made just for you.” If only for the faith of your mother’s prayers for you; you have never been alone. Just as I have always wanted; I have always had a Father by my side. Believing that He is there was the –

First Step

Sammie L. Carter Copywrite 7/11/16, 0400hrs


•August 2, 2018 • Leave a Comment

I don’t know oh Lord, How to do your will.

You said that I am not in the flesh but in the Spirit and that yOU created me anew “in” Christ Jesus.

Then you told me that I am a part of His body and that HE is its head. It is written; that just as God dwells in my Christ, He, as the Holy Spirit, dwells in me; as well.

Paul wrote to the church at Rome that; they that mind the things of the Spirit are Spirit?

What does this mean? How does this fact manifest its self in me or we that say “I believe it?

What is the “DO”, I’m to do??? God said, in Philippians 2:13, ` that He will cause us; That say: “We are children of God” to “want to do” … And then empower us to accomplish that “do”, Otherwise known as “His good pleasure”.

I am nolonger confused. I do …

Understanding that if I allow God to work His will in me, He will make it so plain that I will not error.

I pray therefore:

“Help me Oh Lord in whom I live move and have my being; to surrender my will; until it is no longer mine

But thine that strives… Then accomplishes


By Sammie L. Carter

Copywrite: Tuesday, October 31, 2017 10:53 AM


•April 12, 2018 • Leave a Comment

How Strange it is to think I know the will of God for my life
How strange it is, to think that I can know someone to whom I talk at but seldom listen to. How strange it is to want someone to Love me even when I’m not sure what that love should look like.
So often we say, “I gotta take a chance”! Withholding the and the rest are not something as important as Love?

No, That Love I guard as not my own! But, it is to me worth more than that But to whom else?
How strange it is that a person who did not Love me enough; Would be placed in a position that forces me to Love them more. Fore Love must be realized or someone will never know the Love they never gave; Until its no longer theirs to receive. So I ponder; Was I created to Love as I had hoped to be Loved? And so I queried: Have I learned that I too was Loved But not as I had perceived Love? Thus, I did not appreciate that which I had all along.
So, I conclude; Love is given that we may know what Love truly looks like. But what of the person that gave such Love? Should I return that Love as given? As if it were a favor owed? Would that make Love, love:

Sammie L. Carter copywrite 4/12/2018 5:22am


•September 21, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I met her today!

She wants so to take a break

From Comprehending,

From Knowing and

From having answers to questions;


But truly not wanted.

In search

There are many locked minds and hearts

Into which we can see

Although they are closed boxes

With content believed to be hide from our gaze.

To often they are mad

At us

When they learn

We have seen the hidden.

Too often, most often

Afraid are they

That we can see

That thought securely hidden

Not from our gaze

But theirs


The us that can look in

At that which was thought

Lock Away but

Never so secuely.

Fore that which I don’t want to see

I hide Or lock away

from only me.

I… C… U…


Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 9/17/2017 8:30am


•November 30, 2016 • Leave a Comment

​We should practice “Thnksgiving”,   every day; for blessings seem too often fleeting, lasting only long enough to be noticed then we take them for grafted and forget that they were grace not payments earned. 



•August 15, 2016 • Leave a Comment

“We have the power to make a Mess or a Masterpiece. The earth has existed about 3.4 Billion years. Man Kind has been here about 10 Million years but modern man has achieved and destroyed all that you see and have heard roomer-ed in the last 3,000 years! That includes very good things and very bad things. The point is we have the ability to do great things, if we choose to.” (Sam373 said this on March 11, 2011 at 12:04 am)

I believe that time need not be an enemy; it could be a saving grace, in deed.We are created in the image of the eternal but placed in a temporal university to learn.  And being that our actions are temporal, our mess needs not last forever. Knowledge has been placed in us, although we deny it, as if ignorance after the fact is an excuse.  I offer a simple definition for this concept called “Knowledge”: It is the accumulation of facts. True to the intent, it has been left to us to agree upon word meanings that describe or refer to elements of information. When we then use a specific word or combination of words to refer to a specific body of information and\or reasoning, we are said to “Understand”. This is a necessary step toward learning to “Communicate” When we have amassed enough words  and have agreed to use them in defining and describing our interaction with each other as well as the effect of that interaction;  we are said to “Comprehend” the lesson we have learned.

Life is a moot court of sorts.  Some speak to the predetermined-ness of it but still there are decisions to be made at every crossroad of redefinition or when ever new information or experience is added to the knowledge bank. We must note the repetitiveness of the experiences and the consequences that follow; I think this is called “Wisdom”?  Still, we must choose to continue or change in some way the direction we travel or the way we interact with our environment and those life forms we encounter along that way. Still, “predetermination” applies more to the syllabus of this “Life Course” in which we are enrolled than in those decisions we make along the way. Therefore, one might reason that there is possibly a predetermined amount of information to assimilate in this class. This information registers in me as knowledge, understanding and comprehension of the facts and experiences assimilated along this way. If therefore we are being schooled,
What Have we Learned?

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