A Blind Eye, Sees Light…

~Answered Prayer~
Dateline Sunday July 14th. 11.20am
Church of the Holy Apostles, VB VA. USA

I was asked to celebrate the Holy Eucharist at a church that is both Episcopal and Roman Catholic. Both Masses, and two Homilies are given. One by the Catholic priest, and today, I preached and led the Holy Eucharist for the Episcopal’s. It’s a wonderfully warm church.
The last couple to leave had told me that the woman had high BP and as a result had lost the sight in one of her eyes. We prayed laying my hands on her eye. After the prayer she look around totally astonished.
“Light there is so much light, it a such a bright light.”
As she put her hand over her other eye… she turned to her husband in floods of tears… then looked at me, giving me “The Look.” It is a look of such knowing, a certain look that penetrates the Soul. it’s a Soul to Soul look…
It is a look of a thousand words, where no words are needed. I shall never forget the look on her face…
“Is God actually healing me?”
She was in shock.
I’m looking forward to hearing more from her…
To God be the Glory.
~Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

The Strong Man and Shame…

~THE STRONG MAN SHAME~I have been involved in the Healing ministry of Jesus ChristFor twenty nine years. I have observed that there seems to be soup-du-jour issues with the human condition. It startedWith bad backs, then anger, cancer, different issues come in waves Grouped with similar concerns. It seems that these issues are presented over about Three months… right now I am seeing issues of “Strong Man Shame”That is Tough men who were hurt as children…Heart broken though guys who struggle with what happened to themAs kids…With Christ the captives are set free. PLEASE “Do not let your past ruin your present or your future.”Be gentle with yourself dear Souls…Blessings Fr. Nigel+ 

~Answered Prayer~ Dateline Sunday July 14th. 11.20am

Holy Apostles church VB VA

I was asked to celebrate the Holy Eucharist at a church that is both an Episcopal and Roman Catholic. Both Masses, and two Homilies are given.  One by the Catholic priest, and today, I preached and led the Holy Eucharist for the Episcopal’s. It’s a wonderfully warm church. The last couple to leave had told me that the woman had high BP And as a result had lost the sight in one of her eyes. We prayed layingmy hands on her eye. After the prayer she look around totally astonished. “Light there is so much light, it a such a bright light.” As she put her hand over her other eye… she turned to her husband in floods of tears… then looked at me, giving me “The Look.” It is a look of such knowing, a certain look that penetrates the Soul. It is a look of a thousand words where no words are needed. I shall never forget the look on her face… “Is God actually healing me?”She was in shock.I’m looking forward to hearing more from her…To God be the Glory. ~Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

How much faith do we need to be healed?

How much faith do we need to be healed?

I put it to you that those who pray for you, need to have that faith.
The onus of prayer is not on the sick person.
The onus to pray is on those who have faith for you.
So, how much faith did Lazarus have to be healed?
He had NO faith…
The Lord healed him. Well, more than that, He resurrected him.
Conversely, the woman with the issue of bleeding had faith all by herself.
So, either way, The Lord takes care of us.
Please don’t beat yourself up in the process of healing. Let God do
what He does best after all He is the same yesterday, today and forever…
Be healed in the name of Jesus.
Got it?
Get it?
~ Rev. Nigel Mumford+

Unforgiveness, a Block to Your Healing?

Unforgiveness and the healing of an unhealed wound.

By Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

Some years ago a woman called me asking for a home visit with her husband. She told me that she works,  “Let yourself in and go into the living room. My husband is unable to walk so he will not come to the door, just ring the bell and walk in… announcing who you are.”

I did just that. He was sitting in his “decliner” with a large bandage around his knee. He told me that, “He had surgery eight months ago and it was still not healing! He told me that “His knee weeps and oozes, it is very painful to walk, it just won’t heal.”We prayed. His dog was very excited about the visit and was very interestedIn that fact that I laid hands on the mans knee. When I started praying the dog Went away, curled up and went to sleep.

I had finished my prayer and started to leave.  Several paces away I stoped and turned around and said, “Do you need to forgive anyone?” The words just came out of my mouth. He said “Yes, my sister, we have not spoken in over a year.”I quietly went back to him and told him how important forgiveness is and howUnforgiveness is perhaps the number one block to healing. Basically, if we don’t Forgive we are not forgiven by God. I left.

Three days later I got a phone call from this man. He told me what happened. Right after I left he called his sister. She said, “Ive been waiting for this call for over a year…” He then told me that his knee had totally dried up in four hours. He had taken off the bandage and the wound healed over in twelve hours. He was walking without a limp… his knee was totally healed. He was ecstatic and thanked God profusely… To God be the Glory.  “Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.”

A Welcome Home Initiative Reflection.


It was thirteen years ago that the WHI began. We have put on thirty six such three day healing retreats. Over a thousand vets and spouses have been directly touched by the WHI. Reflecting about these past years, I felt empowered to write the following. 
It is indeed a great privilege to watch these war zone men and women transform from broken, bent over, lost souls, haunted by the past, with such sad faces and broken spirits, to fully upright smiling souls…. set free from “the power of the enemy.” Jesus is saving lives one at a time and “setting the captives free” for He is the same yesterday, today and forever. I cannot tell you what it is really like to watch God at work. I wishI could. All I can really say is that it is like watching a huge yoke pressing downon each person, the yoke of physical and emotional oppression, with a double dose of death pressing in… to physically watch that leave is such a privilege, such a joy, such a …. I don’t have the words… what is it Lord… really watching our veterans totally transformed after years (some even up to fifty years and some as recent as 6 months ago) suddenly realizing that indeed the enemy is now Inert, impotent and powerless. All glory goes to God. Thank you Jesus for setting the captives free.Thank you for delivering them from the past, that is such a haunted mine filed of horrific memories, waiting to explode in all the wrong places.This life is not a dress rehearsal. Pray that lives are saved… one at a time.This twenty two suicide a day has to stop. Thank you Lord that you heal memories. Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+


Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
Dateline May 2009 First Presbyterian Church, Greenville, South Carolina.
I had been invited to lead a healing mission at the First Presbyterian church in Greenville SC. That included a talk Friday night. Two talks and a Q&A session Saturday morning and a healing service in the afternoon. The conference was very well attended, around five hundred people. On Friday evening before my first presentation I was given an office to pray in. As soon as my host had left, I fell on my knees in prayer. Immediately I was given a vision. It was so vivid, so real, so powerful and so quick.
I saw Jesus on the Cross!
He could barely speak but he invited me to pick up the ladder, place it on the cross and climb it. He wanted to say something to me. I was concerned about the guards… don’t worry they are on their coffee break. Coffee break? Jesus, coffee had not been invented yet. Was that my imagination, or was he messing with me? Whatever happened took away my fear of what was about to happen.
I lifted the ladder and placed it on the vertical post just under the horizontal beam. I climbed the ladder very hesitantly. The blood, the smell, the flies, imminent death, the actual crucifixion, the horror… I got to stand on the ladder right next to Jesus. It was all so very real. He looked at me, my heart melted. The sorrow in his eyes… the grief for the world, the burden upon his shoulders pushing him downwards.
He whispered, “I want to tell you something. Put your right shoulder under my left shoulder and lift me up, I’m suffocating.” I slid my shoulder under his and lifted him up the best I could. His head was right next to mine inches away. No flies, no smell. Blood and dirt on his face, matted hair… it was all so very real, all so vivid.
He spoke, “I want you to see what I see…”
I looked away from the Lord, our cheeks almost touching. I looked at the terrain, the geography, the wadies, the light brown burnt looking grass, I looked as everything he was looking at. I thought later that all the painting of Jesus on the Cross are images of the front of the crucifixion. I don’t remember seeing any painting of the rear of the Cross or the view from the Cross!
I was suddenly back in that upper room office. Stunned. What just happened. I was just transported in time to the outer walls of Jerusalem to the year 33 and had a conversation with Jesus. I was wondering why he wanted me to look at the topography, the view from for Cross?
My host came into the room. She knew by my face that something had happened. I was in shock. We did not have time to talk about it as she led me to the worship space. It was a much larger crowd than I had imagined. We praised the Lord with some powerful ‘happy clappy” worship songs and then I was introduced. I was still very much on the top of the ladder. I was in shock… what just happened?
The introduction ended. It was my turn to speak. I smiled and looked around, getting my bearings. I paused to get my feet off the ladder and back on firm ground. I started to tell the gathered crowd of the vision I had just experienced. I got to the part when Jesus said, “I want you to see what I see…” and froze. It was not the view from the Cross, it was not the topography, it was not the land…
His word suddenly made sense.
“I want you to see what I see…”
I stared at the back row on the left side and looked right into the eyes of everyone there. I went up and down the rows, looking at every Soul present. I spoke out the message I had been given as it came to me.
I realized what the Lord wanted me to see. Nigel, I want you to see the pain, the dis-ease, the sickness, the illness, the diagnoses, the mental anguish, the emotional pain, the broken hearts, the real pain, the perceived pain, the rejection, the grief, the loss, the lack of being loved, the raw broken Souls, the emotional bleeding, the triage, the fear, the anxiety, the anger, the rage, the discord, the mental illness, the disconnect, the very real human suffering in all its forms. It was as if I was given the vision of the very real suffering of Jesus and then the Lord showing me the human condition of the same raw pain our Lord suffered in the same moment.
“I want you to see what I see…” I indeed saw what He wanted me to see and I have seen what He wants me to see so many times since this amazing gift and intimate encounter with the crucified Savior.
What is my reaction to this brief encounter with Jesus? It was all so real, so vivid, I know it was not my imagination. The fact that I was not able to connect the dots until I was in such a vulnerable place standing in front of five hundred people and not knowing where this vision was going until it all made sense in the very moment of looking at the gathered crowd.
“I want you to see what I see…”
I saw and still see what the Lord sees… not something I asked for, not something I was seeking, but an amazing gift, an insight, an intimate “showing” into the life of Jesus, and what He saw.
After note.
Five months later I was in a coma for three weeks. I was in the ICU for three months. I had a severe case of the H1N1 swine flu. I was not expected to live. My lungs, hips and legs took a major hit. My liver and kidneys had shut down. I was on one hundred percent oxygen for three weeks, I had a temperature of 105, sepsis and MRSA, my blood was pooling in my legs. I was dying and couldn’t breath on my own. Jesus came and lifted me up and gave me life. He let me speak again…
I know my redeemer lives… I have no doubt who the healer is. Thank you, Jesus, for so drastically changing my life… what more can I say except thank you, I am still in total awe of that life changing moment.
Grace and Peace be with you,
Father Nigel W.D. Mumford
Priest – Author -International Speaker
Priest Associate; Galilee Church, Virginia Beach /Director of Prayer Ministry
BY HIS WOUNDS INC. /Founder and President
Founder /Welcome Home Initiative© A Healing Retreat for Combat Veterans

Setting Healthy Boundaries

I am often asked for advice about the efficacy of “toxic people” in the power they have to “train wreck” their day.
If you are being “slighted, put down, verbally attacked or verbally abused” please consider setting some healthy boundaries. Remember “NO” is a complete sentence.
People are habitual. You may have been the recipient of verbal abuse over a long period of time. Perhaps it is time to set boundaries. If you gently and quietly after a slight pause, speak these words or words that work for you, you will have set a healthy boundary. You may have to do this several times until the message is received. A hand, flat and pushed forward with the word “No” is a powerful statement.
Presented in gradual firmness…
1) I am feeling hurt by your words. Please stop.
2) What you are saying is really hurting/offending/disappointing me. Please stop
3) Please be gentle with me. I am hearing your verbal attack
4) What I have heard you just say really hurts me. Please don’t do that.
5) Please don’t say that. It really hurts me.
6) Your words are not sitting well with me. Please stop this verbal abuse
7) Please stop, you are hurting me. (then change the subject.)
8) Say, “Stop it”
9) I’m going to hang up now. Your words are hurting me.
10) Walk away or Hang up.
Here follows an interesting verse that might apply to toxic people in your life and the pain they might cause you. This bible verse sets out a very healthy boundary…
2 Corinthians 2:1
“So I made up my mind that I would not make another painful visit to you…”
“NO.” is a complete sentence.
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

I thought I was going to be late…

Virgina Beach 11.00am Mon, March 11th 2019
I was wearing my clergy collar, driving a mile from my house on my way to a prayer appointment when I saw an older man crouched over a brick mail box, with a younger woman with her arm around his shoulder. He looked stressed.
I turned around and went back to see if he was OK. He was very winded.
His Daughter was in tears saying,
“I just prayed for help and you came by…”
I asked if they needed an ambulance?
She said they had gone for a walk… a bit too far, and that he was winded.
I asked where they lived and then gave them both a ride to his house.
We spoke about the priest in the story of the Good Samaritan, * who, you may remember, crossed over to the other side of the road…
I was convinced I was gong to be late for the appointment but got there five minutes early!
It was a good morning in the vineyard… with the fruits of the Spirit.
To God be the Glory.
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
*Luke 10:25-37

A Middle C Miracle Moment.

At the start of my homily at the healing service
this past Tuesday, the piano, out of the blue
played middle C.
We all (95 People) looked at the piano… in awe.
The pianist was ten pews away from the piano… we had a note
from the Lord. I confess I had goose bumps on goose bumps.
It was as if the Lord said, “Listen to me…”
It was a key note moment!
~Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+