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June 16. Glenn Cunningham. Glenn had the courage and the drive of a lion. On this date in 1934, Glenn set the World Record for the Outdoor Mile. Four years later, he set the World Record for the Indoor Mile. Wait until you hear how he got started.  

When tragedy strikes, triumph starts between your ears.  

Glenn won races. But he never should have been able to walk. 

Inside the old schoolhouse, his brother Floyd stoked the large potbellied stove. Despite the February snow, his sister Letha played outside, and their younger brother Raymond was drawing on the blackboard. 

Mr. Schroeder had left the front door locked and kept the key, but anyone could get in through the side door—which only opened from the outside. 

“[Brother Floyd] was arranging the coal chunks on top of the wood, then he reached over to get the five-gallon can of kerosene that was kept nearby to get the fire started. He started to pour it into the stove. Then everything blew up!” 

Apparently, at a community meeting the night before, someone had left a can of gasoline they had used to refill lanterns before people went home. And Floyd had picked up the gas can. 

Flames engulfed Glenn’s legs. Smoke filled his lungs. 

Glenn and his siblings stumbled toward home but remembered their mother had spent the night with a neighbor, and their father had gone to fetch her home. Glenn fought fear and agony. 

“I remember screaming and not being able to stop, even when my parents and eventually the doctor arrived. [The doctor] held out no hope for Floyd. He was too badly burned.” 

But Glenn trusted God. He had nothing else to lean on. “We had attended church revivals and home Bible studies. In fact, I had become a Christian at one of those home meetings. And I remembered… Floyd’s favorite song.  

“Several days later, [Floyd] was humming that tune, then he actually said the words to the chorus, the first actual words I had heard since the explosion. He finished the last lines haltingly, ‘Meet… meet… at Jesus’ feet,’ then he took Mother’s hand and pressed it to his face.” 

Nine days after the fire, Floyd died. 

Tragedy defined Glenn. Pain became his ally. 

“The doctor told my parents that I might live unless there was too much infection that set in. ‘If the infection gets too bad,’ he told Mother and Father, ‘we won’t have any choice but to amputate. Regardless, Glenn will never be able to walk again on those legs. They are just too badly burned.’” 

Infection spread. Glenn overheard a woman tell his mother to face reality—the boy would be an invalid for life. But Glenn promised his mother he would walk again. 

At first he scooted a chair around the kitchen. He ventured outside to hobble along a fence. He did chores until he could work no more. He refused to give up. He thrived on the challenge. Christmas Eve he gave Mother the present he had promised—his first unaided steps. 

Glenn kept on keeping on. Kept walking until he could run, kept running until he became a champion—and he set the World Record for the Outdoor Mile. 

“Glenn posted a personal best time of 4:04 in the mile—in 1938, 14 years before Roger Bannister broke the four-minute barrier.” 

After his running career, at Cunningham Youth Ranch, Glenn taught some 8,000 children to never give up. “‘Each is lovable in his own way,’ Glenn once said of the children sent to him by parents, social workers, or juvenile courts, ‘and all are equally precious. God has granted Ruth and me 8,000 miracles, and we are humbly grateful.’” 

“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us” (Hebrews 12:1 NLT). 

Your loses may seem impossible to overcome; work hard to win the battle in your mind. When tragedy strikes, triumph starts between your ears.  

Adams, Jeff. Encouraging Words: Rebuilding Your Dreams. Enumclaw, WA: Redemption Press, 2017. 

Interview Spotlights. “GLENN CUNNINGHAM (1909-1988)…Never Quit.” Accessed May 7, 2020. 

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Glenn’s hometown—Elkhart, Kansas—named a park after him, and in 1974, he was inducted into the National Track and Field Hall of Fame.  

From the University of Iowa, Glenn earned a master’s degree and from New York University a PhD. He also served as Director of Physical Education at Cornell College in Iowa for four years before he and his wife opened the youth camp.  

June 15. Kimo. Kimo lived in an Ecuadorian jungle, and his  tribe’s name was Waodani, but because of their stone-age mentality and violent ways, neighboring tribes called them the Auca, which means “naked savages.”   

As a boy, Kimo was was taught what all the Waodani were taught: that “he must spear and live or be speared and die.”  

Today’s story takes place eight years after Kimo and some other natives surrounded a small group of missionaries and speared them to death. One of the missionaries was Nate Saint, a jungle pilot. On this date in 1965, Kimo baptized Nate’s children, Steve and Kathy Saint.  

God can turn a place of senseless death into a place of life. 

Dark-green leaves spilled from the jungle on either side of the muddy trail that Kimo and about twenty others walked. 

Marj Saint and her two older children, Steve and Kathy, had chosen the destination. They were hiking out to the sandbar where, eight years before, Nate Saint, her husband and their father, had been killed and buried.  

They crossed a ridge, forded streams, descended toward a river, and now—in dugout canoes—poled downstream. 

When Kimo stepped out of the canoe onto the sandbar, memories rushed at him. Here the foreigners had shouted—in his language—“We are your friend!”  

But he—along with Dyuwi, Mincaye, and three others—spear-killed the men who had given them gifts. The men had guns, but didn’t shoot them. They only cried out, “Why are you doing this?” 

Now, Kimo’s heart hurt. His tribe, the Waodani, had once been the most violent society on earth. But because of the Creator’s Son, the people changed. Kimo looked at Steve’s and Kathy’s Aunt Rachel. When she came to live with the people who had killed her brother, Kimo was surprised.  

She had told them the Creator’s Son came down to the dirt to save His people from the darkness in their hearts. Kimo believed her. And he stood taller. Tomorrow he and the others would give this killing place new memories. 

Kimo scanned the beach. Jaguar tracks printed the sand, and it was growing dark. Some of the Waodani gathered cane poles and palm fronds to make shelters, and others fished for supper. Evening mist settled, the fires burned, and monkey meat and fish stewed in the pots. 

The next morning, the group gathered for a holy ceremony. The light-skinned children, who visited during school vacations, would be baptized with two Waodani teens. Kathy and Steve had honored Kimo and Dyuwi by asking the men to baptize them because the Creator’s Son had changed the warriors into God-followers. 

Kimo spoke to the Creator. “Seasons and seasons ago,” he prayed, “we came here to do a bad thing that made Your heart cry. But now look! We have come back to this same sand place to make Your heart happy.” 

After the prayer, Kimo lowered the children into the river. When he raised the children, and the water ran off, their faces were bright. Kimo told them to follow God’s trail—living happily and at peace. 

Afterward, the other warriors led the family into the edge of the jungle. They pointed to a tree stump. “This is where the five foreign God-followers built their sleeping house when they came to bring us God’s carvings and teach us to live well,” they said. It was also where the God-followers were buried. 

“Look!” Marj pointed at the ground. Four plants with bright-red flowers grew. “Wouldn’t it have been special if there had been five?” 

“But, Mother,” said Steve, “wasn’t Ed’s body found and buried farther downriver?” About ten feet downriver from the tree-house stump, they saw another plant with the same bright-red blossom. 

Jesus said, “The thief’s purpose is to steal and kill and destroy. My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life” (John 10:10 NLT). 

Do you have a place of death—literal or metaphorical—that needs to become a place of life? 

Ask God to take your death place from the clutches of destruction and remake it into something good. God can turn a place of senseless death into a place of life. 

Based on an interview with Steve Saint, 2019. 

Saint, Steve. End of the Spear. Carol Stream, IL: Tyndale House Publishers, SaltRiver Imprint, 2005. 

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When Jim Elliott, Pete Fleming, Ed McCully, Nate Saint, and Roger Youderian contacted the Waodani, only about five hundred existed. In-tribe killing was so prevalent that the tribe would have died out.  

But God used the death of the five missionaries, with Rachel Saint and others, who taught Jesus’ teachings to the tribe, to change Waodani culture. About 25 percent of the tribe have become Christ-followers. Christ’s gospel almost completely stopped the killing. Sixty years later, the tribe has multiplied and is growing rapidly. 

June 14. Phil Robertson. Phil grew up in a log cabin with no electricity or phone or toilet or bathtub, and he had four brothers and two sisters. And he grew up to be a reality TV star.

Phil says he came up in the 1950s, but it was more like the 1850s, and his family mostly lived off the land.

Must have been some good land because Phil went on to be all-state in football, baseball, and track, and a football scholarship took him on to university. But when the pros tried to recruit him, Phil turned them down because it would interfere with his hunting. For him, football was merely the vehicle to get his education.

And he did. Phil earned a bachelor’s degree in physical education and a master’s degree in education and supported his family as a teacher—until he hit a rough patch. That’s where today’s story comes in. By the way, on this date in 1991, Phil patented the duck call.

Blessing your enemies is hard, but it leads to God-given joy.

God used duck calls to change Phil’s fortune; God used His Word to change Phil’s life. If you have ever seen the reality show on A&E called Duck Dynasty, you have probably seen Phil, the wise patriarch of the clan. With his long brown hair and his longer not-so-brown beard, he looks like a penniless vagabond. But the duck call he invented made him and his family millionaires.

Phil grew up in poverty and rebellion. He married Kay when he was nineteen, but marriage did not bring maturity. He drank too much, experimented with drugs, and had multiple affairs. When Kay told him she was going to leave him, Phil decided to straighten up and follow Jesus.

Phil found a man who had once tried to introduce him to Jesus. (But Phil had thrown him out of his house.) This time, he asked the man to try again. Phil became a Christian and learned his first lesson: “Love God, love man, and try to be good. I decided I would try that. I had never tried before.”

Now Phil was an Arkansas fisherman and a hunter. That was his livelihood and his passion. And he explained how life was: “See, you got your Rednecks and your River Rats.”

River Rats were poor men who broke the law instead of getting an honest job, and they bothered Phil. River Rats, unlike Rednecks, were good thieves and often stole Phil’s fish.

But Phil had studied Romans 12.

“Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse.…Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.… If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. …Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good” (Romans 12:14, 17–18, 20–21 NIV).

Phil thought about the River Rats, the banes of his existence. That day, when he went down to the lake where he had laid a net, he heard voices. So he hid in the bushes.

It was the River Rats, and they were stealing his fish. Again.

“They’re stealing my fish, Lord? You want me to bless them?”

Phil thought of Romans 12. “Do not return evil for evil.”

Phil had caught these River Rats with his fish before and usually roared at them and showed his shotgun and threatened their lives. Like rats, they ran away. But this time Phil wanted to obey God and His Word.

“I wanted to see if this would work, but it definitely made no earthly sense for sure.” Phil approached the Rats and took his gun with him. “I was going to be good to them, but I brought my gun in case they weren’t good to me.”

Phil approached the River Rats as they were lifting Phil’s net. He asked them what they were doing with his net.

They pretended ignorance and said, “Oh, is that what this is?”

“Here’s what I am going to do,” Phil said. “I’m going to lift that net, and whatever fish is there I am going to give to you.”

The River Rats were shocked, but not too shocked to take the fish. They left Phil, but they kept looking back at him with pleased confusion. From that day on, they didn’t try to steal anything from the Robertsons.

“I figured that this meant God was right all along.”Phil smiled.

Who can you bless today even if they don’t deserve it? Do something for them in secret, and see what God will do. Blessing your enemies is hard, but it leads to God-given joy.

Robertson, Phil. Happy, Happy, Happy: My Life and Legacy as a Duck Commander. New York: Howard Books, 2015.

Robertson, Phil. “Fish Story.” Accessed May 7, 2020. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTzN3JX_xvA.

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When ESPN interviewed Phil, he said, “One time a bunch of geese came over and I was over there with the coach and talking about techniques or whatever, a big skull session on the practice field. I heard these geese. Remember we were practicing in the fall of the year — and the grand passage as we call it — the ducks and geese were coming from Canada. I heard these blues and snow geese coming over and I sort of fell into a trance. Of course I had my headgear next to my chest and I’m looking toward the sky and finally one of them coaches looked around, and he started cursing at me, ‘What are you doing son? Get over here! What are you looking up at?’

“I said, ‘A bunch of them geese, Coach. Boy they pretty, ain’t they?’

“He said, ‘Get your butt over here.’”

Terry Bradshaw said, “The quarterback playing ahead of me, Phil, loved hunting more than he loved football. He’d come to practice directly from the woods, squirrel tails hanging out of his pockets, duck feathers on his clothes. Clearly he was a fine shot, so no one complained too much.”

June 13. Dallas Willard. Dallas served for 45 years as Professor of Philosophy at the University of Southern California. He was also a Baptist pastor and wrote world-rocking books about what it means to be a Christian and what spiritual disciplines are all about. Dallas didn’t argue. He didn’t put people down. He didn’t have to have the last word. And the man never hurried. Here’s a story about one thing he did do.

When a man keeps his word, lives are changed.

It was 1985 when Dallas committed to travel across the world to speak to men he had never met. For no pay. For an undetermined amount of time. 

Dallas first received a letter from a South African man named Trevor Hudson—a Methodist minister who had been jailed with Desmond Tutu. They had protested apartheid—the government-driven system of discrimination, segregation, and unfairness based on skin color and facial features, which led to people who protested the system being brutally treated and arrested.

After he got out of prison, Trevor got mumps and was quarantined, and that’s when he discovered Dallas’s philosophical teachings on audio. As Trevor recovered, Dallas’s teachings resonated with him—especially the teachings about how a man could live aware of God’s presence all the time.

Once he was well, Trevor asked Dallas to visit him in South Africa. But there was a catch. Trevor didn’t have money to give Dallas for the flight or hotel costs, although he could try to raise money for the flight. He couldn’t even guarantee an honorarium for his services. All Trevor could offer was a sofa in a small sewing room at his home, and that the audience would be a few pastor friends for Dallas to teach.

Dallas didn’t take long to answer. He delighted in helping his students on the University of Southern California campus where he taught, so why would it be any different on the other side of the world?

He wrote Trevor that he would be delighted to go to Johannesburg. As for the payment, Trevor didn’t have to worry about providing it.

After a twenty-five-hour flight, Dallas arrived in South Africa. He stayed with Trevor and listened intently to his friends who would come to Trevor’s house. For three weeks, Dallas shared his wisdom and listened to his audience’s concerns about all that had been happening in the country. In between teaching sessions, he prayed for the people individually.

But it wasn’t only empathy Dallas shared. Into this time and place of brutality, where human life was demeaned, a place where people who stood up for the dignity of life were arrested, Dallas brought with him the joy of the Lord.

Singing hymns, showing photographs of his family, talking with the Lord in the middle of the night—Dallas’s joy was contagious. His contentment and intimacy with the Lord had become second nature to him.  Dallas’s demeanor made a profound impact on Trevor, who had seen much suffering under apartheid. He wasn’t used to seeing a Christian have such joy and open communication with God, and it started Trevor on a road of healing. He started to understand the joy of the Lord.

At the end of the three weeks, when Dallas was set to return to the United States, Trevor surprised him with an honorarium for the conference. Dallas accepted the payment gratefully, but before anyone could find out, Dallas took the money and gave it to one of Trevor’s friends who worked in a poor area of town.

After all, he had told Trevor not to worry about the payment.

Both Dallas and Trevor gained something profound from the experience. Dallas gained a new friend, someone he would even trust to critique chapters of his upcoming books. Trevor not only gained a friend, but he got a new view of God. Dallas had asked Trevor, “Is your God gloomy?”

That’s when Trevor realized that his viewpoint had to change. God could empathize with suffering, but He could also be full of joy despite the hardships. Even the Gospels showed just how happy Jesus could be!

To Dallas, there were no strangers in the kingdom of God. And despite having a career based on words, his actions did as much teaching as any of his lectures or his books.

“Watch your life and doctrine closely. Persevere in them, because if you do, you will save both yourself and your hearers” (1 Timothy 4:16 NIV).

Has someone else impacted your walk with Christ? How can your actions speak life into others? When a man keeps his word, lives are changed.

Moon, Gary W. Becoming Dallas Willard: The Formation of a Philosopher, Teacher, and Christ Follower. Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 2018. Kindle.

Moon, Gary W., ed. Eternal Living: Reflections of Dallas Willard’s Teaching on Faith and Formation. Downers Grove: InterVarsity Press, 2015.

June 12. Steve Saint. Steve was born to missionaries in Ecuador—missionaries who wanted to reach a tribe whose basic teaching was, “[You] must spear and live or be speared and die.” 

And when Steve was five, natives speared his father, jungle-pilot Nate Saint, to death. After a time, the violent tribe did repent and turn to Christ, and one of the men who had attacked Nate Saint ended up baptizing Steve.  

After high school, Steve went to the United States and built a successful business career.  

But Steve’s Aunt Rachel, also a missionary, had been serving the tribe for thirty-six years. And when she died at the age of eighty, that same tribe asked Steve to come back to the jungle to help them.  

So Steve, his wife, and their four teenage children moved back to the jungle. That’s when Steve realized that providing technology could make the tribe self-sufficient.  

And he traveled back to the United States and founded Indigenous Training & Equipping Company (ITEC), which develops tools and sustainable training for missionaries. They equip indigenous Christ-followers to meet needs and share the gospel.  

Today’s story features Steve testing an ITEC device.   

God can be trusted. Give Him your pain.  

Steve mounted a wing onto an old hatchback car with the hatch removed. He was testing a fixed wing for possible use on the “Maverick,” ITEC’s flying car. Since ITEC didn’t have a wind tunnel, Steve would simulate one. 

He rigged a push-pull cable in the back of the car to manipulate the wing so he could measure lift. He asked an intern to drive the car, and Steve climbed into the safety harness in the back. The intern drove 30 mph.  

40.  

50.  

“Let’s try 55,” Steve said. 

The next thing Steve remembered was the faint voice of his sweet wife Ginny. He couldn’t feel his body.  

He lost consciousness.  

He woke. Saw clouds going by, flickering. Decided he must be in a helicopter. If he was, this injury was a bad one. 

The safety straps on the flying car’s wings had broken. And the wing sliced open the top of Steve’s head down to his skull. A severe whiplash caused his spinal cord to swell and cut off circulation.  

Later, as he lay in the ICU, Steve survived in a dark cave of agonizing pain. He heard Ginny’s voice. But he didn’t dare open his eyes. When he did, the pain monsters surrounded him. 

Then the doctors took out part of Steve’s spinal column to allow for the swelling, and they inserted metal rods. People throughout the world prayed for his recovery. But Steve said, “Please don’t ask that God will restore me to my normal, previous uninjured life. Pray that God will write this chapter of my life His way. I want God’s ‘Plan A.’” 

Steve’s determination to surrender to God’s best didn’t mean anything was easy. Now classified as an incomplete quadriplegic, Steve faced weeks in a rehab hospital and years relearning how to do even simple tasks. Where were his hands? Could he learn to move his legs? Most normal function would never return. He said he was as “dependent” in some ways as his “three-year-old granddaughter.” 

This man who had roamed the jungles of Ecuador, built successful businesses, and eventually founded ITEC, now felt incapable.  

“Having something to do that is worth doing and the ability to do it is one of the great gifts of life,” said Steve. “There is no pain I suffer greater than having to go days at a time without being able to do anything productive.” 

And people treated him differently. “When I sit in a wheelchair and other people are standing up, I become invisible,” said Steve. “They will talk about me as if I’m not there. My body doesn’t work, but my mind does. I’m still a person.” 

Steve admitted it was a “harsh, humiliating, painful road.” But he trusted God. “It’s either going to be my story or God’s. When we let God write our story, He doesn’t promise that all the chapters will be easy. …God frequently starts his best stories with the hardest chapters. Trusting God to take away pain is acceptable, but trusting God’s will and His love when He doesn’t take away the pain, that’s our greatest opportunity to demonstrate faith.” 

Steve encouraged others to let God make sense of life’s hard chapters. “In North America we tend to put makeup on our life-scars. But people with life wounds want to be ministered to by people who have scars where they have wounds. Our scars give us credibility and give the wounded hope that God can heal them, too.” 

“Then Satan… smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. …Then his wife said to him, ‘Do you still hold fast your integrity? Curse God and die!’ But he said to her, ‘You speak as one of the foolish women speaks. Shall we indeed accept good from God and not accept adversity?’ In all this Job did not sin with his lips” (Job 2:7–10 NASB). 

Do you deal with pain God hasn’t removed yet? God can be trusted. Give Him your pain.  

Based on an interview with Steve Saint, 2019. 

ITEC. “Steve Saint.” Accessed 2020. https://www.itecusa.org/steve-saint/. 

June 11. Thomas Hooker. Hooker lived long before the United States had a flag with thirteen stars. He was a pastor willing to pick a fight he believed in. And he believed the people had the God-given right to vote. 

So he took his people and founded the Colony of Connecticut. Now there’s a man ready to act on what he believes. Today’s story gives us a more close-up look at Thomas Hooker, the pastor. 

It can be tough, but sometimes the right thing to do is to admit we’re wrong. 

Hooker shook his head because he didn’t know what to try next. The town troublemaker was at it again. Certainly, like most boys his age, he was young and mischievous, but for this boy, trouble wasn’t the exception. It was his norm. And he had been reprimanded—a lot.  

And this time, there was property damage. 

Seeing his property destroyed, Hooker’s neighbor was furious, and he demanded that the boy be reminded that such behavior was wrong. Now, Hooker—as the town preacher—was assigned to find out the truth and to dole out the punishment.  

While Hooker loved the truth, punishing wayward boys was not his favorite task. But the boy had been caught and hauled in to see Mr. Hooker, and the child now stood waiting to be interrogated.  

In his mind, Hooker rehearsed the lecture he was about to give, and he approached the young accused. Some guidance could surely save the boy from destroying property again. 

Hooker began. Had the boy destroyed the neighbor’s property? 

No. 

What had compelled him to do such reckless behavior?  

He didn’t do it. 

Didn’t he know he brought dishonor to his family and to God by sinning so much? 

But the boy crossed his arms and again said he didn’t do it. 

Hooker scratched his head. The evidence was all there. The property was destroyed. The boy’s reputation alone proved it was him. If he would just tell the truth, his punishment wouldn’t have to be as severe. 

But the boy shook his head and said he didn’t do it. 

Hooker asked question after question, but the answers were all the same. The boy said he was innocent this time and that someone else had destroyed the property.  

By this time, Hooker became angry. Destruction of property was bad enough, but lying on top of it? He had had enough. His voice rose, and he pointed an accusatory finger. If the boy would just admit the crime, this matter would be done and over with. 

But the boy said quietly, “Sir, I see you are in a passion. I’ll say no more to you.” Then he turned and ran away.  

Somewhat shocked, Hooker was left alone there. What sort of child would be so rebellious?  

But soon Hooker realized he had been too harsh. Aside from knowing the boy’s bad reputation, what proof did he have? No one had witnessed the crime. No one had seen the boy get into trouble with his neighbor.  

Hooker remembered the look of frustration on the boy’s face as he had run away, and guilt washed over the pastor. What if the boy were innocent?  

Satan was the accuser, and God was the judge. Hooker was the boy’s under-shepherd, and though he couldn’t figure out the true culprit, God would. And all Hooker could do was find the boy and apologize. 

Right away, Hooker had someone bring the child back.  

But the wronged boy didn’t care to meet the preacher’s sad eyes. He wasn’t in the mood for another lecture.  

Hooker told the boy that there was no proof he had done the destruction.  

The boy said he had not done it, and this time Hooker believed him. Said he wished he had believed him sooner. 

Hooker said that when they had talked before, he had gotten too angry. “It was my sin, and it is my shame,” Hooker said. “I am truly sorry for it, and I hope in God I shall be more watchful hereafter.” 

The boy’s indifferent expression suddenly changed, and he looked confused. He wasn’t used to a grown-up apologizing for being wrong. In fact, they had always said he was wrong. The boy’s mouth dropped slightly open, and he seemed not to know what to say. 

So Hooker continued to provide some older-brotherly advice to help the boy stay out of trouble. 

“He who covers his sins will not prosper, but whoever confesses and forsakes them will have mercy” (Proverbs 28:13 NKJV). 

Have you wronged someone? How can you make things right? It can be tough, but sometimes the right thing to do is to admit we’re wrong. 

Hooker, Edward W. The Life of Thomas Hooker. Lives of the Chief Fathers of New England. Vol. 6. Boston: 1870. 

Mather, Cotton. Magnalia Christi Americana or The Ecclesiastical History of New-England. Vol. 1. Hartford: Silas Andrus, Robert & Burr, Printers, 1820.