Memories of Broadway Church of Christ from 1930 to 2020.

My parents, Henry and Lola Whitney, moved from Paris and Leonard, Texas, to Lubbock in 1923. They soon began attending Broadway Church of Christ, then located in a large brick building at Broadway Street and Avenue N.

I came along in 1930 and, of course, was brought to church as a baby.

by Kay Burnam Evans

Some seventy-three years later, it is difficult for me to be sure just what drew my parents to Broadway when our family moved to Lubbock in 1947, but I suspect the fact that they sensed early on the emphasis this particular congregation placed on its own youth, as well as on that of the myriad of young people brought to its doorstep by Texas Technological College, was a major factor.

by Gary Moyers

As someone who oversees worship here at Broadway, I’ve been interested in our history and the story behind it. These occasion of our 150th anniversary seemed an excellent time to dig a little deeper.

As is often the case with history, stories from ages beyond our current lifespan proved hard to come by. The fist mention of worship I could find was in regard to the original settlers of Lubbock and founders of Broadway.

by Emily Young Lemley

As my brother said when he was a toddler, “I was born going to that church.” Broadway was my parents’ first ministry, so my first twelve years were spent at the Broadway church. At church I felt totally loved by the whole world (don’t worry, I know better now). But back then, Broadway was my world, and it was known for its magnanimous, open-handed spirit. What a blessed beginning!

by Deborah Bigness

On Sunday morning, May 25, 1890, about twenty people gathered at George Singer’s store in Yellowhouse Canyon for what was the first recorded religious service in the yet-unorganized Lubbock County. This multi-denominational group was 60% of the entire population of the county recorded in the 1890 census a few weeks later.

by Katie Baccus

2020 has been one for the books! I looked forward to this year with much anticipation for many reasons, including the final chapter of Family Nurse Practitioner school. I was set up to finish my clinical hours, coursework and graduate in May! When COVID first rolled around mid-March

By Kay Evans

By any standard one chooses, sixty-three years is a long time to be married; but, when the final nine weeks of that sixty-third year is spent in isolation with one another, it can seem even longer! In the admonitions given my husband and me by Norvel Young in the hallowed halls of the Broadway church on June 7, 1957,