1 Cor. 15 tells of a day Christians look forward to. It says that “we shall all be given new bodies! For our earthly bodies, the ones we have now that can die, must be transformed or changed into heavenly bodies that cannot perish but will live forever.


The Bible is full of stories about change. The older I get the more I’m challenged by change. I still haven’t recovered from astronomers removing Pluto, as a planet, from our solar system. And just as you think you’ve heard it all, someone comes up with a new device designed to enhance our lives. CNN news reported last week that “Reese’s is setting up ‘candy converter’ vending machines that changes unwanted Halloween candy for peanut butter cups.” How have we survived so long without this?


On a slightly more serious note. There are so many wonderful promises in the bible, and as I approach my 80th birthday, the idea of having a pain free body that will live forever, really sounds good to me. Billions of dollars each year is spent on pills, creams, supplements, hair colors, and other assorted snake oils, to attempt to slow down the aging process or camouflage the obvious fact that we’re falling apart.


A story is told of an Amish family on their first trip ever off the farm. The first day away found them in a big city mall. The boy and his father were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again. The boy asked, “What’s this Father?” The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, “Son, I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. While the boy and his father were watching, a 90 year old white haired lady, in a wheel chair, moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed, and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally, the walls opened up again and a beautiful 24 year-old blonde stepped out. The father said excitedly to his son…”Quick, go get your mother.”


At Bread of Life, we’re all about change. We just found employment for one of our staff. He now has a car and a room for the first time in years. I want to shout out a big “thanks” to all of you who partner with us in this venture of faith and change.


Pastor Alan

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Bill Scofield: A Memorial


Bill Scofield climbed into the Lord’s arms on Wednesday, October 31st. He was 90 years old and had led a full and rewarding life built around Christian values, love of family, and love of country.

William Eugene Scofield was born June 29, 1928 in Hamilton, Ohio. Bill enlisted in the Army in 1946 and was deployed to Germany with the Signal Corps, primarily in Bremerhaven and Heidelberg. Upon his discharge in 1948, Bill attended Purdue University, George Williams College, and the University of Minnesota, taking his Bachelors and Masters degrees in Education.

Bill began his professional career as a program director trainee with the Armed Services YMCA in 1953, which sent him to San Diego –his dream job. Six months later, he was unexpectedly reassigned to some place called Portsmouth, Virginia. It was there that he met and married, Mary Frances Black, in 1955. The newlyweds immediately moved to the Panama Canal Zone.

Bill and Mary raised four children: James, Robert ,Susan, and Rebecca. In various stages, Bill’s career with the YMCA/USO, the family moved to Istanbul, Turkey; Athens, Greece; Westmont, New Jersey (Philadelphia); Guam, Marianas Islands; Panama again; and ultimately to Oceanside, California .Bill retired from the YMCA in 1988, after 35 years of service.

Mary succumbed to cancer in 1990 and Bill married Alice Bacarti in 1991, bringing her four children into a blended family: Jennifer, Martin, Rosemarie, and Bernard. Bill and Allie became active members of Carlsbad Community Church. Bill devoted his retirement years to charitable work in areas such as the Mossy Foot Project, Brother Benno’s, and Bread of Life Rescue Mission. He remained extremely active with his music –playing piano and singing in multiple Barbershop quartets and choruses—and with sports –especially tennis and golf.

Bill’s 90th birthday this summer culminated with a joyful, well-attended family reunion . Bill is survived by his step-mother, Frances (106 years old!); his wife, Allie; brother, Frank; and his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

In lieu of flowers a donation can be made in Bill’s name to the Bread of Life Rescue Mission, a cause near and dear to Bill’s heart: