On Monday of this week I preached the funeral for Barbara, my wife’s sister. She was 79.
They grew up on Slaughter Road, a small blue-collar community on the west side of the Brazos River off of Highway 36 at Freeport. The houses were built by survivors of the Great Depression, with their own hands. While they were building their houses, they built a church, Calvary Baptist Church, also with their own hands. It was there that Barbara came to faith in Christ. In that same church, a young man named Vernon Bundick came to faith in Christ along with his brother, Bobby. Barbara and Vernon fell in love in the 3rd grade when Vernon had his front tooth knocked out and Barbara thought he was irresistible. They were married in that same little church.