Meet Dr. Stanley’s daughter: Becky Stanley Brodersen
Three generations of the Stanley family (l to r): John, Becky, Jonathan, Matthew, and Annie Brodersen, Dr. Stanley, Andrew, Garrett, Allie, Sandra, and Andy Stanley.
ITM: When did you become a Christian?
When I was in kindergarten, I had this wonderful teacher named Aunt Pat. She went through the Bible every year in flannelgraph and as a result of her great teaching—plus being in my family—I accepted Christ when I was 5.
ITM: What was it like for you growing up as a PK (pastor’s kid)?
I have to say that my parents did a really good job of making our childhood as normal as possible. They really trusted us. I’m probably way more hands-on with my kids than they were with us. But they lived their faith by example, which was probably the strongest testimony to my brother and me.
ITM: What is the most important lesson your father taught you?
His example of prayer. When I was a little girl, we had a tool shed in the backyard, where he prayed. When I woke up, I always knew where to find Dad. I’d run back to the shed in my nightgown, and he’d be down on his face praying. I’d interrupt him and say, “Come on, Dad. Let’s go!” Then he’d put me on the handlebars of his bike, and we’d ride around the neighborhood and sing. I’m sure I totally interrupted his quiet time, but he was always happy to do it.
ITM: What is your fondest childhood memory of your father?
Either riding his bike in the early morning or camping. We camped a lot—and it felt as if we had our parents all to ourselves. Thank goodness there were no cell phones then!
ITM: Was there ever a time when you felt especially proud of your dad?
The day I got married. I knew how hard it was for him. I remember I was trying not to cry and to be strong for both of us. Neither of us broke down, at least not during the ceremony. But he really did a beautiful job.
ITM: How do you describe your father?
He’s one of my best friends. I call him even now and say, “Will you just pray with me over the phone about this?” I called him about something this morning, in fact. I always feel better when Dad is praying for me.