This is my Passover song: Fluffy

This is my Passover song: Fluffy


My Daddy named me after Captain Donald Edgar Wills who was a pilot in the Royal Air Force. My Dad, Douglas Norman Foster, was an aircraft mechanic in the RAF, so I guess he was Don’s mechanic. My Dad was sent from England to Salisbury Rhodesia to fix planes, but was later recalled back to England during the Second World War.
In Canada, in 1996, I got a phone call from Donald Edgar Wills, but I wasn’t at the house when he called, so I called him back. He was somewhere in the States where he was visiting a friend. He told me that he came to see me in the hospital in Salisbury Rhodesia in 1966 when I had a cracked spine. He said he was with my Uncle Geoff Cartwright. I didn’t realize he was with my Uncle Geoff. My second name is Geoffrey, named after my Uncle. Someone had smuggled my guitar into the hospital, and I remember singing a song for them about the story in the Book of Ezekiel 37:10: “These old bones are gonna rise again.”
From about 1998 to 2003 I was doing night shift taxi driving in Welland Ontario Canada. I remember giving a ride to an old man who told me he flew planes in Africa, and one time somebody put the wrong fuel into his plane. I can’t remember all the details, but apparently it caused big trouble. The last time I saw the man he said he wanted me to give him a ride, but he was near a taxi rank. So I told him he had to go to the taxi rank, but he insisted that he wanted to come with me. I told him it was against the rules. That is the last time that I saw him.
Later on, I wondered if it was Donald Edgar Wills who was spying on me to see how I was doing.
If anybody knows anything about this, feel free to contact me at donguitar2@gmail.com

Here are some pretty girls called the MonaLisa Twins who have so much talent that you will be amazed. They also sing some of my favourite love songs. I hope you enjoy them.


I think that every person has their good points and their bad points.
I think that every country has got it’s good points and it’s bad points.
I think that every government has it’s good points and it’s bad points.
I think that every city has got it’s good points and it’s bad points.
I think that every house has got it’s good points and it’s bad points.
I think that every car has got it’s good points and it’s bad points.
I think that every job has got it’s good points and it’s bad points.
So I think we must enjoy the good things in life. Fix the bad things. But if we cannot fix the bad things, then we must just do the best we can with whatever the situation is.
Many times in my life, some people that I have known have been very good to me, but those same people have also been very bad to me. It shouldn’t be like that, but that is the way it is. Let me give you an example from the Bible.
One day Jesus asked his disciples who they thought he was, and Peter replied: “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Jesus commended him for that statement and said: “Flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my Father who is in heaven.” So Peter was used by Almighty God at that moment!
Then, a few minutes later, Jesus says to Peter: “Get thee behind me Satan!” Wow. So Peter was used by God, and also used by Satan!
Later on, Peter denied that he ever even knew Jesus. Wow. But Jesus forgave him. Later on, Peter was mightily used by God to heal the sick and to raise the dead! So, don’t give up. There is hope for all of us yet!
Just keep on believing!
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Related scriptures: Matthew 16:16-23, Mark 8:29-33, Luke 22:31, Acts 9:33-42.

God’s New Year
The other week ago I kept singing a song in my mind called “A new day.” I wrote the song many years ago. Then when I turned the page on the calendar and saw when Passover was, I realized that it was God’s New Year that I was celebrating in my mind. God told Moses when the New Year started, and on the 14th day of the first month was Passover. (Exodus chapter 12 in the Scriptures).
Today is Passover, and I wish you all a belated Happy New Year according to God’s calendar.

The other day, soon after sunrise, I went for a walk to the park and found myself singing “Have I told you lately that I love you.” So I thought maybe I should do that song next on my website. It is one of my old favourite love songs from a long, long time ago. I remember hearing my mother sing this song when I was about six years of age. I picture myself sitting in the sunshine playing with my dinky toys in the dirt as she was singing in the kitchen. As a teenager I remember hearing Jim Reeves singing this song, and now as an old man I think I like the Elvis Presley version the most. After my walk to the park, I checked the back yard to see if I could see any dead cats. The night before, I heard terrible sounds of cats fighting. Why are they fighting? I don’t know! So the next day I was searching all day to see who all sings this song, and I never even looked at the world news. Then that night my wife told me that someone tried to kill Donald Trump. What is wrong with people? Why can’t everybody just live in peace? Why can’t we all just be happy to be alive, and make the best of our lives? Lots of the famous people have grown up poor, and did their best to make something of their lives. So I think love is better than hatred, and hope you all enjoy living and loving!

This song reminds me of when I was a kid. Every few years went on vacation to a nice warm climate by the sea. It was so exciting to see and hear the waves pounding, and to the smell the lovely sea-breeze. There is nothing quite the same as the “holiday spirit.” No more school, no more worries. We had pocket money every day to enjoy the sun, the surf, the sand and the soda pop pop! The pretty girls were everywhere. At the roller rink, I skated to the song: “Like a tiger” by the fabulous singer Fabian. There are so many things that still burn strongly in my memory from so many years ago. Stop and smell the roses on the way! Don’t worry, be happy! Forget the cares of the world. Just be free! It was so much fun being a kid.
I heard “Love letters in the sand” by Pat Boone, and have a number of versions of him singing this song, where people have added beautiful pictures and videos. This is definitely one of my favourite love songs. So many people love to sing this song, so I have added many other singers, and have tried to do them alphabetically. I hope it makes you happy. This song makes me happy.

When I was a little boy growing up in Salisbury, Rhodesia, I remember my mother singing lots of her favourite love songs while she was busy in the kitchen, and I heard them while I was outside playing with my toys. Songs like: When it’s Springtime in the Rockies, A kiss is still a kiss as time goes by, I’m an old cowhand from the Rio Grande, On the Isle of Capri, Down Mexico way, Be a little forgiving take me back in your heart, I’ll be loving you always, Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, and many, many more.
Then she got saved, and sang songs like: The lily of the valley, I tried the broken cisterns Lord, and Happy day that fixed my choice, etc. Then she wanted to get filled with the Holy Spirit, and as the preacher was on his way to pray for her, my brother and I were naughty, and she spanked us, and ended up in a very bad mood. When Pastor Price prayed for her she went into some kind of dream where she was in the sea, and the waves were coming over her. Then she felt she had drowned. (When she was young her daddy drowned in Illovo Beach, South Africa, while saving a girl from drowning).
Then it seemed like, far away someone was speaking in tongues. That person just kept on and on speaking in tongues for a long time. Then she got curious as to who was doing that. When she woke up, she found it was herself speaking in tongues, and she was lying on the floor! The pastor said she had a mighty baptism in the Holy Ghost.
Many years later when we were having house meetings in Bulawayo, every now and then she would speak in tongues, and expect someone to do the interpretation. But there was no interpretation. When I was a teenager I remember going with my mother to a ‘Keswick’ meeting somewhere outside of Bulawayo. There were about a hundred people there from all different churches. Then during prayer time, mother started speaking in tongues! I thought: “No mother, don’t do that here! These people don’t believe in that sort of thing!”
After the meeting, when we were outside, I remember seeing Pastor Bob Beatty speaking to my mother. He was a missionary from America. She told me later that he was asking her what languages she spoke, etc. Apparently she was speaking in some African language that he had learnt, to minister to a particular tribe in Rhodesia. Some years later, in the early 70’s, I remember Bob Beatty inviting me to sing at a mission station somewhere near Gwelo.
In the late 70’s I remember Pastor Marks inviting me to sing at his church outside of Que Que. I remember the church building being next to the main road between Bulawayo and Salisbury. There were banana palms behind the church, and the pastor’s house behind the banana palms. Before going to that church, the Holy Spirit impressed upon me the words of the Apostle Paul in the Bible. “Let him that speaketh in tongues, pray that he might interpret.” (1 Corinthians 14:13). Then I realized that my mother should have asked the Lord for the interpretations when she spoke in tongues. She had the anointing on her, so it was her responsibility to do the interpretations as well, and not expect someone else to do it.
In one of the meetings, I invited people to come forward for healing. I seem to recall there were six people. The last person I prayed for was a woman. I laid my hands on her shoulders and prayed for her. Then she started speaking in tongues. So I said to her: “Now, give the interpretation.” There was a bit of a silence. Then she said: “The Lord has forgiven your sins.”
Straight after that I gave an invitation for people to received Jesus Christ as their Saviour, and about twelve people came forward.
The next morning, my wife and I were sitting in their living room talking to Pastor Marks, when the phone rang. We heard half the conversation. Apparently some woman who was in the service the night before, was asking Pastor Marks what languages the other woman spoke when I prayed for her. He explained that she spoke English and a bit of the local African language, then he asked her why she was inquiring. She said that last night the woman spoke in Hellenic, and with her being Greek, she understood what she was saying. So he asked her what she had said, and she replied that she spoke in Hellenic, then she said the same thing over again in English!
So Pastor Marks explained to her what happened on the day of Pentecost, how the disciples were filled with the Holy Spirit, and spoke in various languages the people knew, who had come to Jerusalem from all different parts of the world. (Acts chapter 2, in the Bible).
Many times since then, the devil has attacked me, telling me that my sins are not forgiven. Beloved, the devil is a liar. Keep serving God, as best as you know how, and we’ll meet again on the streets of gold, in a land where we’ll never grow old!
When I was a teenager I loved listening to a record by Trini Lopez as he sang favourite love songs to a “live”audience. With a “live” audience, I knew that what I was listening to was the “real thing!” I longed to be able to be like him, and sang some of the same songs.