February 20, 2026
Where do I begin…. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around all of this for days…the husband, dad, grandpa, the Rev, my brother, the community Pastor, the “Street Doctor”, the man who could fix and make anything, a builder, landscape master and the list goes on and on. He was the master of so many things. A man who was dedicated to the Lord, the community and every person he met.
He was born in Rosedale, Mississippi. At a young age, his sister Eula Jackson had already moved to Madison. In 1970 she moved her little brother Larry with her. This was the start of the Rev. planting so many seeds in the lives of the community. His pebbles of life flowed to thousands of people. Eight years later, he married his high school sweetheart Katherine Davis. In his early years, Rev. Jackson (Rev.) truly started his entrepreneurship. During these next years of marriage, they raised seven beautiful children and gave guidance to a host of nieces and nephews.
I met Rev. Jackson at Mt Zion Baptist church who at that time was a young minister. Yes, 45 years of my life has intersected with the Jackson family. They were southside residents through and through. Truly, that was where his community outreach started. He was a builder, built an extension on their Baird Street home as the family grew. He was a sociology graduate from the University of Wisconsin-Madison. He then went on to be a chaplain at Oakhill Prison. Rev. was an amazing cook who later opened a Soul food restaurant in Madison called Delta Taste. While managing the restaurant, he also operated several businesses which included, mowing, snow removal, property management, and construction. I could go on and on about his many God gifted talents.
On a personal note, after falling down a flight of steps, rupturing my quadriceps muscle and having corrective surgery, Rev was waiting for me when I was discharged! Unable to bear weight or stand from a seated position, the Rev. said, “I’ve got to go do something and will be back tomorrow.” In 24hrs he built a platform for my chair that made my limited mobility much easier to move from a seating to a standing position. I will never forget that act of kindness. For 12 weeks of no weight bearing, he made my life better. He checked on me daily.
As life continued, he began the Senior Pastor of True Worshippers Community Church. He took this assignment seriously. He also became known as the community Rev. and dubbed “Street Doctor”. He helped many in need, regardless how tedious. He advised, gave of his last, provided meals, housing, and officiated at numerous funerals in the community. As the neighborhood changed, he began to learn Spanish which allowed him to minister to a wider audience. Every morning at 5am he would wake up and preach, teach and pray to his Facebook social media family, even in illness he moved forward with his ministry.
He was dedicated to:
God:
His family
His community.
Walking in love and giving sound advice
The “Street Doctor” will never be forgotten.
