A Toast to… Ms. Phoebe
A Toast to …
Phoebe, a 95-year-old woman who lives next door to me – who I only met about 3 weeks ago when I moved to Scottsdale, AZ. She could easily pass for a 75-year-old, with the youth and vigor surpassing some 40-year-olds I know. When I told her I was looking for a home to bring my father and my family to, she said, “Be careful about the neighborhood you choose.” Phoebe went on to explain that she had lived in an area for 60 years and decided to move from her home, on top of one of the highest mountain peaks in Scottsdale, because she could no longer deal with the attitudes of some people in her community about other people that were “different.” I knew what she was saying and I told her that the people she was referring to needed prayer “for we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against spiritual wickedness…” (Ephesians 6:12) and I assured her that the sweet, gentle, Christ like spirit she possessed was exactly what this world needs more of. So, this toast is to Ms. Phoebe; a beautiful woman I just met… whose last name I still don’t know, but whosespirit I recognized immediately! God bless you, Phoebe, and may God continue to bless you as you have undoubtedly been a blessing to others, including me.
I raise a glass of Piper-Heidsieck’s champagne, “Rare,” described by the winemaker as “A 2002 vintage synonymous with richness and generosity,” and CHARACTER (my words for Ms. Phoebe).