Homegoing of a Saint – Dr. Henry L. Hudson, Oakland, California

In 1991 I moved from Portland, Oregon to accept the pastorate of Mount Pleasant Missionary Baptist Church in Fresno, California. I was called there on a Friday evening and I drove overnight to be there on Sunday morning to accept the call of the church and to represent the church at the California Missionary Baptist State Convention.  Dr. S.M. Lockridge was the president and I was formally introduced to my new moderator, Dr. Henry Foster Dean, St. John Missionary Baptist Association, of Stockton, California and he introduced me to his cabinet, including Dr. Henry L. Hudson, pastor of the Williams Chapel Baptist Church of Oakland, California.

On Sunday morning, October 28, 2012, Dr. Hudson, who was the Pastor Emeritus of Williams Chapel after retiring last year, fell ill during the worship service, suffering a heart attack, and went home to be with the Lord. He had served as their pastor for 29 years and was active in the St. John District, California Convention, and the National Missionary Baptist Convention of America.

He and his brother, Dr. J.L. Hudson, pastored significant congregations in Oakland and he was known throughout the community.

UPDATE:

HOMEGOING SERVICES FOR DR. H.L. HUDSON:
10:00 – AM, Friday, November 9, 2012
Williams Chapel Baptist Church
Rev. Kenneth J.L. Anderson, Pastor & Officiant
Dr. J.L. Hudson (his brother) will be preaching the eulogy
1410 10th Avenue Oakland, CA, Alameda 94606
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Public Visitation/Musical will be held November 8th, 2012

Viewing 5:00-7:00 PM
Musical 7:00-9:00 PM.

Burial Location: Mountain View Cemetery Oakland, CA

C.P. BANNON MORTUARY (MORE INFORMATION)

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2 responses

  1. My heart was heavy when I received the call from my dear brother and friend Deacon Richard Wallace regarding our Pastor and Spirtual teacher Dr. H.L. Hudson. Pastor (Rev.) Hudson was a major part of my spirutal growth. In 1995 when I relocated from San Diego to the Bay Area I joined Williams Chapel Baptist Church, which Rev. and Sister Hudson accepted me as one of their own children. Rev. had blessed me by allowing me to become one of the spirtual teachers in his ministry as well as assist chairman of Deacons to bro Melvin Richardson as well as other ministrial duties in the church.

    I thank God for the life and ministry of Dr. H.L. Hudson for helping me become the man I am today!

  2. I know it is time to go home now. I was literally born into Williams Chapel Church, way back when we were at 920 Castro Street, right down the street from Swan’s/Housewives Markets. I was baptized in the baptismal pool on the side of the church at age 8 3/4 under the Pastoral leadership of Rev. J.S. Smith.
    I was there when Rev. Garrison, Dungy, & Johnson, plus many more ministers preached on the Sundays Rev. Smith (Pappy as we called him) was too ill to preach.
    I rode in one of the limos that took us from 9th and Castro to 1410 10th Ave, I was there when the Cornerstone was put in to the side of the church wall near the parking lot.
    I know and remember every nook and cranny of that church. I remember going, taking, and picking my momma up from Sunday or weekly services as an adult.

    I also remember that mid August day of 1995 when Rev. Hudson gave my mother’s Eulogy and told me and my older brother that we needed to come home or find a church somewhere to keep doing the things we were trained to do, and had done when we were younger, or to stand in our mothers shoes and teach Sunday School.

    I remember all of the times over the years I dropped in for visits, sometimes just to pray for myself, my family and my friends going through sickness or death, or just to have one more time to take it to GOD at the Alter of Home or hear the Late and Great Henry L. Hudson Preach, or hear the Late and Great Warren Tinker on the piano, and so many of the deacons I grew up hearing praying and singing through Sunday Morn Devotional Service get the Fire of GOD started in the church before Sunday morning Service began.

    The last time I was there was Easter Sunday 2011, and the last person I spoke with was Sister Dorthy on the way out to the parking lot down those back side stairs (5-8); and her words to me were “we need our next generation to come home”; I made a vow that day to GOD Almighty, that if he granted me one more time to walk through those doors “I WOULD”.

    Since that day I have lost my, nephew and my oldest child and only daughter, and as I have learned today, 1 month exactly after Rev. Hudson’s demise, but I am still doing what I was taught from being a member from the womb until NOW. “HOLD TO GOD’S UNCHANGING HAND”; I don’t make it to the ALTAR of Home as much as I should, I have no excuse, I live closer now than I had in over 22 years. But being a child (3rd Generation) of a “Williams Chapel Woman” I still know how to fall down on my knees wherever and whenever I need to WHEN I CAN’T GET TO “THE ALTAR”.

    Pamela Denise Van Hoose’Daniels

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