Luke 4:18 The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised...

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Afflictions from Religious Spirits

I was raised in a Christian home, my mother Alba (Miller) Davidson, had Baptist roots and my dad, Lyle Davidson had Methodist roots, actually Northern Methodist. I learned after God had given me my ministry that my mother had prayed, asking God for a son, “If you will give me a son, I will give him back to you.” God made sure she kept her vow. I was born with a congenital heart defect, known as “blue-baby” syndrome and the leading physician in Joplin told my parents there wasn’t anything he could do. I’ve been told it was at that point, my mother, quite distraught, threw me on the bed and said, “Take him Lord, he’s yours.” A neighbor told my dad, “You might as well be prepared to find him dead in his crib some morning.” Dad’s response to her was, “No, he won’t die, he will live.” Soon after, God healed me; I have never had a heart problem since then.

My grandfather, Luther Davidson was instrumental in the building of Redwood Holiness Church, along with his family, (dedicated July 4, 1927) and I grew up attending there until I turned eighteen. At that time, I asked my Dad if I could stop going and when he asked why, I told him I didn’t think it was doing me any good. Dad said, “Well if you don’t believe it’s doing you any good then you ought not to go.”

My parents left Redwood and eventually began attending a Baptist church in Sarcoxie, at the encouragement of my sister. She told my Dad he could fellowship with anyone, anywhere, but Mother couldn’t, and she was a Baptist. She suggested to Dad, "Why don't you fast and pray about moving to another church", and he humbled himself and did what she asked. After they started going to the Baptist church, he was no longer able to get healed. He and I talked about it. He had to see physicians more than he ever had in all his years and he also began taking medication. Baptist spirits seduced his faith.

In 1970, when I was baptized in the Holy Spirit, I told my parents that I spoke in tongues. When I told my mother, she said, "Doyle, I told you to stay away from those people." My response was, "Mother, I never heard you."

I chartered Water of Life Church of Plano, Inc. in 1980; I was forty-eight years of age. Ten years earlier I had sold my veterinary hospital and practice at the direction of God. I went on national television in 1992, initially in Joplin, Missouri on Channel 12, KODE. We also went on shortwave radio to Europe and South America through LeSEA and by April 1st of that year we were on every station they had, radio and television. I was sixty years of age.

When Mother would go into town, people would tell her, “Alba, we see Doyle on TV.” She loved that, until I began to say that Baptists didn’t believe God; then she wasn’t so happy.

On one of the occasions that Patti and I visited my parents, we went to church with them at my mother’s request. She spoke highly of the minister and was quite pleased to have us come listen to him preach. That day, he preached a sermon criticizing people who speak in other tongues, saying, “People who speak in tongues are of the devil.” When we got out of there, Mother said, “Lyle did you tell him Doyle spoke in tongues?”

“Alba, I never told him one thing about Doyle,” Dad answered.

After we got home, she said to me, "I can't understand why he went on like that. I never told him you speak in tongues." I explained to her, "It was the spirits in that man that were offended by my presence, not him."

Six months later, that preacher had his secretary pregnant. Mother didn’t think so highly of him then.

I spent eleven months in Florida, managing a small animal practice at the direction of God and in 1972 God sent me back from Florida to Texas, specifically Argyle. I started a bible study and soon preachers started calling me, coming to see me and condemning me because I wouldn’t join any of their organizations.

Denominational people believe everyone needs to belong to someone, preferably them. They want you to submit to them, and if they find out they can’t control you then they set out to destroy you. As long as you are with some denomination, they will leave you alone. I was teaching the bible in my own home and they thought I needed their permission. God had told me to start a bible study and I had the authority and I wasn’t about to stop teaching what God told me to teach.

Eventually word got around, that this veterinarian was casting out devils, laying hands on the sick and they recover, teaching that every man is rich if he believes the gospel. I was teaching that Jesus became poor that we might be rich, (2 Corinthians 8:9). They came and talked to me about all these things and it became evident, they were afraid I was taking up offerings. They thought I was taking their sheep and they were worried I would end up with offerings they thought belonged to them. Well, I wasn’t taking up offerings; I wasn’t taking a dime from anyone.

They told me I needed a pastor, I needed to be under authority. They wanted me to submit to them. I told them, “Jesus Christ is Lord of my life and I submit to him.”

“Well we all do that,” they would answer, however not one of them had done what I had done, sold everything to obey God. I will also add, God had given me a vision in 1970, soon after I sold out, with specific instructions:

I had laid down in bed one evening about 10:30 to go to sleep when suddenly before my eyes I found myself standing at the water’s edge. The water was crystal clear and I could see the bottom was covered in small brown pebbles that went out for about 10-12 feet. At that juncture was a clear line of demarcation, the water became very blue, deep blue. I was reminded of the water I saw in the South Pacific in 1953 when I was in the U.S. Navy. I raised up, sat up in bed, shook my head, everything remained the same, the vision didn’t go away. I stood up and the scene never left me. I thought this must be a vision of God. As I looked up and out the water as far as you could see was deep, dark blue just like the water in the South Pacific Ocean. In a few minutes I was able to go on to sleep. The next morning, I began to pray and ask the Lord what the vision meant. About 11:00 AM it came to me by the Spirit, “You are about to enter into deep water, and if you look to the left or look to the right or listen to any man you’ll drown.”

God knew what was ahead of me. There were four Charismatic preachers, Baptists, in the area who seemed intent on destroying me. Their persecution brought great pressure on me, so much so, that my dentist asked me, “What kind of stress are you under?”

“I don’t know, why?”

“You have lost 30% of your bone around your teeth; it’s from stress.” This had happened within six months’ time from my last checkup. I saw a specialist in Dallas who confirmed it and they told me I would be fortunate if I kept my teeth five years. I kept them fifteen more years, but then they all came out; I have one tooth left in my mouth. It is incredible how much evil spirits can affect the human body, but know this, I am expecting a new set of teeth any time, the Lord will put them in my mouth.

One of preachers who visited my bible study said, “We need you in our church,” and kept trying to get me to join. One Sunday afternoon I knew God wanted us to join that church; he was leading me to overcome a religious spirit. Patti and I went to the evening service and told the pastor our intentions. After the service the announcement was made that the Davidsons were joining the church and the senior pastor gave the usual introduction that they do with new members and invited everyone to come up and greet us. An associate pastor at the church who was in his sixties stepped up and asked me to give him my hands. I did, and he said to me, “Young man, you have a dark cloud over you”. Out of my heart with faith and power came: “I know who you are Satan! I bind you in the name of Jesus!”

The senior pastor walked over and said, “Well you have done it now!”

“Look,” I said, “Don’t tell me that the devil has me, I cast them out. I don’t want the devil talking to me.”

I didn’t go back to that church, however one day God said, “Go tell that pastor I want to build him a new house.”

I did. I went to see him and said, “The Lord told me to tell you he wanted to build you a new house.”

“Oh, Brother Doyle!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, the Lord said to tell you he wanted to build you a new house.”

He lived just three or four hundred yards from a housing development and got in his car and drove down there and as he was standing on one of the lots, a man yelled across two or three rows of lots, “Preacher I want to build you a new house on that very lot you’re standing on and it won’t cost you a dime to get into it.”

That is exactly what happened, he built the house, they got it financed and it was a nice house; I went to see it. It was a blessing to me to me that God did exactly what I told him God said. He was so happy that Brother Doyle would come, but the story didn’t end there—he lost the house, he lost his job, his ministry, everything.

One preacher said, “As soon as I heard his name, I knew he was trouble.” I was told that man died. Another who was after me, lost his church.

Those days in the seventies were difficult days, very difficult. I prayed these verses in Isaiah 41 for hours, week after week:

10 Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed, for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.

11 Behold, all they that were incensed against thee shall be ashamed and confounded: they shall be as nothing; and they that strive with thee shall perish.

12 Thou shall seek them, and they shalt not find them, even them that contended with thee: they that war against thee shall be as nothing, and as a thing of nought.

By the grace and mercy of God, I overcame, and I am still here, preaching the same gospel that I’ve preached from the beginning.

May 22, 2017 the Lord said to me,

“I’ve chosen you, sent you to the four corners of the earth to deliver my word without despair or fear, saith the Lord of Hosts."

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

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