WHILE I WAS IN HEAVEN.
Close to death, nearly five years ago
I saw and studied a single blade of grass
for a very long time, it was so beautiful, so much color,
whilst I was in a coma.
I just knew that blade of grass was in heaven.
It was wonderful.
I was in heaven!
I observed that single blade of grass for a very ling time.
While I was in heaven.
I saw three white tulips… And three stone steps.
While I was in heaven.
Then I saw a path that led to my house.
While I was in heaven.
My house, one of many mansions,
Was made of glass,
While I was in heaven.
The glass was held together with bright fire engine red metal.
While I was in heaven.
I saw the number eight slightly on its side
on the door.
Infinity?
My body was in room number eight
While I was in the ICU
And on my way to heaven.
Living water ran through the house
There was no kitchen
While I was in heaven.
There were gold chains with gold goblets
To feed on the living water… So incredibly delicious.
While I was in heaven…
Thank you God for a “glimpse on heaven.”
While I was in heaven,
I was in heaven.
Nigel Mumford+
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Testimony: “I no longer desire tobacco”
The Rev’d. Lionel. England.
My meeting the Rev’d Nigel Mumford came on the evening after Christmas day 1999 at a Boxing Day drinks party at a large house of one of our parishioners. As a Vicar within the Church of England I was not unused to prayers being answered but on this occasion The Rev’d Nigel ‘s ministry left a memorable and lasting impression on me.
The drinks party was formal but with a number of people I know and with whom I felt I could relax. This was particularly welcome after the many services and celebrations during the Christmas period. After several glasses of wine I saw someone smoking. Normally I do not smoke and regard it as an unhealthy and destructive habit. However, my father smoked and before the 2nd World War the family owned a small tobacco business in South London – so smoking was “in the Blood.”
Nigel saw me smoking (I was even wearing my clerical collar) and after a brief introduction and a few words, I admitted a weakness for tobacco and general dislike of inhaling. I also admitted that I was mildly ashamed of this tendency towards tobacco.
“Do you wish to be cured of smoking?” Nigel asked me. I paused, slightly embarrassed, not quite wishing to own up to my occasional habit.
“Well, yes. I suppose I do,” was my reply.
“Give me your smoking hand – the hand in which you normally hold the cigarette.”
I did as Nigel asked.
In the middle of the party, but out of most people’s hearing, Nigel prayed that I may be cured of the desire of smoking. After a brief but intense prayer, he relaxed my hand. I thanked him and carried on talking, having of course extinguished the cigarette!
What was remarkable about this incident was that from that day to this I have not touched a cigarette, even on holiday when I normally have the occasional puff. Furthermore, I no longer desire tobacco. Praise the Lord!
Testimony 2/10/14
Dr. Frasier Henderson
Dr. Henderson called me this afternoon. He let me know he is a very busy Washington, D.C. neurosurgeon. I met him in Washington at two healing missions which I led. I anointed his hands so his patients might be cured by God. He told me point blank, he doesn’t waste his time on silliness.
Last October at a healing conference, I prayed with him for two of his patients, a teenager and his brother. He brought the teenager who had very serious neurological issues. He told me she had an occlusion (blockage) of both carotid arteries. He bluntly told me that she should have been in the ICU on a ventilator with post-sustained deficiencies, or dead! He told me that he had done research on this and only one dozen recorded incidents in the world have ever happened.
Now, she has very good brain profusion. She is a walking miracle!
“There is more. . .” he said, “My brother, (name given) felt extreme heat on his spine for 4 hours after prayer for the metastatic prostate cancer. He had tests two weeks ago. . .there is nothing left of the cancer in his body!
My brother has been totally cured of prostate cancer!”
His parting comment:
“You cannot see this and not have your life changed.”
I need to tell you, he called me. I did not look for this. . .this is what you will see and hear after you pray with people.
We don’t do this to hear the outcome. . . but when God lets you know the outcome, then OUR FAITH IS RAISED !
Dr. Henderson has given me permission to publish this article.
Posted by Fr. Nigel Mumford+
TESTIMONY
By Linda Brill
Feb 2014
I am going to share! Six yrs ago (2008) I was destined to a wheelchair. No cure, no operation. I was forced and led to a healing service (which I knew nothing of and didn’t believe in) after I was on the floor for over 15 min with no feeling from waist down. I told God then, its OK, let’s go, you have a different plan for me, its OK. I got feeling back immediately, LOL! Went to this healing service led by Fr. Nigel! To this day, I dance for the Lord, do liturgy and allow the Holy Spirit to flow and prayerfully touch many. There is no more wheelchair. Healing ministry has become my middle name. I praise, humble myself and am overwhelmed the way the Lord works and He is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow! I thank God every day for the blessing, anointing and gift He gave to us in His son, Fr. Nigel. We are all healed daily in many different ways, sometimes in ways we don’t recognize or see. Believe without an inch of unbelief, you only need a mustard seed! Pray for Fr. Nigel daily in the mighty ways the Holy Spirit empowers and works through him. May our Lord always be smiling and glorified!!!! May He ALWAYS anoint and protect Fr. Nigel. Amen & Amen!
Linda Brill.
Linda has given me permission to re–post her testimony. To God be the Glory…
NM+
Thoughts and Reflections on Convalescence
Fr. Nigel Mumford+
Oh God, it is my desire to read the hearts of people coming for prayer.
After surgery there is a time of convalescing. . . a time to get your body, mind, and spirit back together.
It’s a Humpty-Dumpty time, if you will. It’s a time to reflect, when you can, but also a time to press through the pain, the discomfort, and the side-effects of medications.
Nausea, dizziness, the sweats, and thoroughly nasty feelings of being totally out-of-whack — convalescing is a time to slowly move back-into-whack. You know that each movement will produce pain, anticipate that pain, thank God for the pain, and then, press through the pain. Slowly, day by day everything gets better, but sometimes having a full day of set-backs is all totally normal. Slowly, the days get better. Slowly, there is less pain.
Now, there comes a fulcrum point, a balance point, a moment of revelation when you know that the Lord is at work. This moment is a shift of thought, moving from the flesh, the physical and emotional issues of dis-ease, into the spiritual side of the healing process. Oh, what a feeling!
We move into a new season: a time of reflection, a time to think about God and His mysteries, a time to meet head-on the threshold of physical and emotional pain, and even the threshold of spiritual pain. It is as if we are being introduced to the pain of Good Friday, a minute glance of what the Lord suffered for us.
To be able to “bump” into the wall of the unknown, without fear is a real but tough blessing.
How did You, Jesus, endure it?
What did happen to all those people whom Jesus healed, anyway?
What did they do after they “bumped” into Jesus?
How did they conduct their lives, having had a glimpse of heaven?
How do you bring your heart into a new alignment with God after trauma and sickness?
Would you let God read your heart?
Can you let what is written here sink into your heart?
Lord, I desire to read people’s hearts so they may be healed.
Please read mine.
Be well, do good works, and for the sake of God, love one another.
Fr. Nigel Mumford+
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