Time for America to Repent

Acts 17:

26 And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth, and hath determined the times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation;

In the spring of 1949 I had finished my junior year and had just had my 17th birthday. I was driving west off the square of Sarcoxie on Center Street. Center Street had a hill going up beside the high school. I saw two young girls walking up Center Hill, as we referred to it as, one I knew very well the other was a stranger. Several hours later I called the one I knew and asked her, “Who was that walking up center hill with you?” She replied, “Her name is Patti Tinkle. Her father is a foreman with the Lazy Bone Shoe Factory. They just moved here.” In a few days I met that young lady named Patti. Our conversation was brief, but I knew I needed to know more. I talked with her briefly two or three more times during the summer. When school started in September I was a senior and she was a junior. Sometime in September or October I asked her for a date. We dated through my senior year and then the spring of 1950 I graduated from high school.

Within 3 weeks of my graduation the Korean War broke out. I was 18 and almost certain to be drafted. I did not want to enter college at that time because I did not want college to be interrupted with the military so I took a job working in a funeral home; Thornhill Dillion Mortuary located at 4th and Wall in Joplin, Missouri, expecting to be drafted any day. In November 1951 I decided to join the US Navy. It was not until February 1, 1952 that I took a train to California to enter into basic training. Later that year God told me to marry Patti and take her as my wife. I called her and asked her if she wanted to get married. She said yes. I told her to come to San Diego where I was stationed at Balboa Naval Hospital. She came and we were married June 5, 1952. I was transferred to Oak Knoll Naval Hospital, Oakland, California in November. I remained stationed there until October 1953 when I received orders to report to US Naval Hospital, Yokosuka, Japan. I left San Francisco, October 20th, 7 days before Kathy Jane Davidson was born. In May of 1954 I brought Kathy and Patti to Yokosuka. For the first 15 months we lived in Kamakura in Japanese housing until August 1955, at which time we moved onto base housing in Yokosuka. We departed there four months later on December 18, 1955 and returned to the US where I was discharged on December 28th at the Federal Building at San Francisco. Good bye Navy!

I returned to Sarcoxie where I was born and raised and entered Joplin Junior College in September 1956. I transferred to the University of Missouri, Columbia, in January 1957. I remained there until I graduated from the College of Veterinarian Medicine in May of 1962.

I practiced veterinarian medicine unto 1969 when God called me to obey him.

Patti went through some very difficult health problems from 1998 till the time she went to heaven. The greatest thing was she was being sanctified and set apart to God. She went to heaven in February 2003. She went in peace and just as she was leaving she opened her eyes and waved goodbye to Kathy Mai and I from her bed.

In the mid-1980s I was talking to the Lord and spoke of my disappointment that I had not followed him sooner and how much time was wasted. He replied back to me, “Be still, your life is right on schedule.”

It still is. It has been 50 years since I graduated the university. God has led me all the way.

Today is the eve of the national elections of 2012.

America has undergone many changes in these last 50 years. I have watched the love for America turn to a love for self. Many have denied Jesus Christ in their ways and their thoughts. America needs to humble itself and believe the gospel which I have preached for over 30 years.

God bless,
Doyle Davidson
Servant and apostle of the Lord Jesus Christ

P.S. Kathy Davidson Mai arrived in Japan just after she was 6 months old. Her playmates were Japanese and they spoke Japanese. In fact Kathy learned to speak Japanese before she learned English and spoke it for several years after. She returned to the U.S. at the age of 26 months. I started at the junior college just before Kathy was 3 years of age. Patti and I ate a lot of cottage cheese in those days (I still do), and Kathy referred to cottage cheese as ‘college cheese’.

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