On June 23, 1959, Glen Chambers arrived in the Miami Airport to board a plane that would take him to Bogota, Colombia and then to Lima, Peru.
He had gone to Bible college and raised support to be a missionary to Peru. He was so excited. As he waited for his plane he wanted to write a note to his mom. Because that’s what people did back then before cell phones and text messages and Facebook. But he didn't have any stationary so tore off part of a page of the newspaper he was reading that had some white space and he wrote his letter, folded it up and dropped it in the mail slot before the plane took off.
He made his connecting flight in Bogota and boarded the final flight for Lima. But after his Avianca Airlines reached a cruising altitude, something happened. The plane crashed into the 14,000 foot Cerro Baco mountain. There were no survivors.
After the funeral on July 1, his mom received a letter from her dead son Glen in the mail. She opened the envelope and unfolded the note, and all she saw on the back of the corner of newspaper Glen had written on was one word in large black print—“Why?”
Isn’t that how we often respond to trials? “Why? Why me, why this, why now?”