MUMFORD’S MUSINGS.
From the journals of this priest.
A while ago I was working with a child who needed healing
accompanied with the child’s parents.
The child had told the parents that it was time to go to
Church as the child wanted “Shed.”
Shed?
It took the family quite some time to work out what shed was?
The Child said eventually,
” You know, shed, Shed, for you… I want some shed!
They still didn’t get it.
Oh….
Shed for you…
Ah ha…Got it.
“This is my body, shed for you”
The child wanted the Holy Eucharist.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

REFLECTION…LIVING BEYOND THE COMA
Three weeks away from life, or not?
By
Nigel W.D. Mumford+
I’m listening
To the silence
what will I hear?
What will the silence say?
What is the fear about silence… about nothing?
There is nothing to hear and nothing to fear,
Yet the silence is so very loud,
The void is immense, life on mute,
There appears to be nothing
Absolutely nothing.
So, I keep listening to the stillness.
Deeper, deeper, silence,
Nothingness, void…
What do I find in the void?
More silence, so quite, so peaceful.
To refill with the sounds
Of praise, sounds of rejoicing,
Angels and archangels voicing hymns
Moving into a deeper peace
As the truth of deeper silence pervades.
Move therefore into a deeper silence
With no fear, go deeper… then
Observe the silence, listen and be at peace.
What does the silence say to you
What do you hear?
Do you hear God as He fills you
With unconditional love
As the fleece of silence embraces your Soul
What will the silence say?
I can’t tell you – you have to listen – for yourself!
So put on silence for a little while
Embrace the still, the peace, the nothing,
Bring your Soul to peace with
The rejoicing of life and life abundant.
Live through the silence, into the beyond, being still…
but filled with life and the Holy Spirit.

By Javier Casanova
As I mentioned at the beginning of this rollo, I’m a 23-year veteran of the US Air Force. I served combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, were I participated in hundreds of missions as a Combat Rescue Helicopter Pilot. By the grace of God and the help of my Guardian Angel, I returned home after each tour to a loving family and a grateful country. The Air Force showered me with recognition and at my retirement I resembled a South American Military Dictator, with medals that covered most of my uniform. Outwardly I was proud to the point of cockiness about my service and never shy to share my contributions to anyone who asked.
But inside of me there were dark places. Places filled with the sounds of rocket explosions, the screams of the injured, and the smell of death. With each combat tour these dark images would multiply. Like a good Airman, I was able to compartmentalize those images, to put them away in a shelf. I could select when and where to revisit them, especially whenever one of my buddies needed to talk. But something changed after I retired from the service.
When I moved to Palm Beach in 2013 it was the first time I lived in a community separated from the military community I loved. “Civilian” life was different. The feeling of belonging, accomplishment and service to higher cause were not there. It was then that the enemy moved in. The dark memories would no longer stay in their designated drawer or wait for the right moment. They would visit me at any time of the day, but especially at night. While I was simultaneously working hard at restoring my faith life in my new community, it seemed like the closer I got to God, the less control I had over them. They controlled my sleep, my mood, my thoughts and my personality. They would remind me that no matter how close I tried to get to God, I had a past, I had done things contrary to God’s teachings. Things I had never confessed. I was not worthy of His grace.
I sought medical treatment at the VA Hospital, and they gave me all the pills I needed. They even scheduled me with a wonderful therapist, who was truly working hard to get me to overcome my feelings of guilt and unworthiness. But each time I would discuss my struggles with God and my faith, the conversation would grow distant and uncomfortable quiet.
In the meantime, one of my new friends who was involved with church ministries, asked me to attend a retreat for combat veterans called, The Welcome Home Initiative. She said there would be no cost to attending and she had personally witnessed many vets who had benefited from it. But in the words of Mathew Kelly, I “resisted happiness”, and gracefully declined. “I’m so busy with work”, I told her, “there’s no way I can get away.” I was so happy to steer the conversation away, while inside thinking, “that’s not for me”, “That’s for those poor Vietnam vets that were spit upon when they returned home”, I thought. I was a proud veteran of the great wars against terror. The TV was full of our accomplishments and Hollywood started to make movies of them with cool guys like Matt Damon and Mark Walberg. No, those retreats with a bunch of strangers who were not even Catholic, were not for me. Meanwhile, my medicine cabinet filled up and the memories ran rampant, terrorizing me at night and ribbing me of peace.
My friend kept asking. She wouldn’t relent. And a year later, I finally ran out of excuses. On June 2nd of last year, I overcame resistance and attended the retreat at The Villages, north of Orlando. I was met at the hotel by a group of strangers who showered me with hugs, gifts and escorted me to my room. That afternoon we gathered for introductions at the Episcopalian church next door to the hotel. The room was filled men of all ages, representing every major war since 1950. Soon we were no longer strangers, but brothers, holding up each other as we relived those dark memories. The difficult journey home had started and the healing power of Jesus was finally allowed to wash our souls and bring light to the darkness. I can gratefully say to you that I came home from the war on June 4th, 2016, four years after my last combat mission. I returned home to my family for the last time, was freed from needing any medication to sleep and enjoy life, and happily say “Good Bye” to my psychiatrist.
But the healing came with a mission. A mission to share my story with anyone who would listen. To bring as many of my brothers in arms to finally come home to the healing power that we receive from the unconditional love of our Lord Jesus Christ.
The world will receive the good news of Christ, not through Christians who are sad, discouraged, impatient, angry or anxious, but through those whose lives radiate the joy, peace and love of Christ; those whose lives are dedicated and consecrated to Him.
Please write this down: “Christ and I are an overwhelming majority.” Repeat it with me–“Christ and I are an overwhelming majority.”
​
I will close with one final story. The story of my friend, Donna Gardner, the one who would not take no for an answer, and to who I owe my coming home to Christ.
When I asked her, “how did you come in contact with the Welcome Home Initiative?” She replied, “I believe God brought WHI to me.” This June she will celebrate 8 years of volunteering in prison; ministering to post abortive inmates and since last year, combat veterans. In her years of prison ministry leading Rachel’s Vineyard, a retreat for those who have had abortions or have been hurt by abortion. It was very clear to her that many of the men were suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress or PTS. She saw the worst cases of PTS in prison. Men with paranoia beyond belief, afraid of their own shadows, who hadn’t slept for years.
She shared with her prison team that this wasn’t normal PTSD, these men were suffering, and began to dig a bit deeper. Their stories started to have the same components…. childhood abuse, absent or abusive fathers, combat experience, abortion and finally multiple years of incarceration. Theperfect recipe for complex PTS.
About this time, she heard of an Episcopal priest who had a healing ministry for veterans and would be in Boca for a healing service. The service was a 3-hour event including a talk and a healing service that included the anointing of the trigger fingers. After the service one of the members of her prison team began to open up about his combat experiences in Vietnam. She had known him for almost 15 years, yetnever knew he was a veteran or of the trauma he experienced from his combat experiences in Vietnam. He was a quiet man and it was obvious he was deeply moved by the service. On the way home, he shared how Fr Nigel’s talk and prayers had brought relief and healing to his heart.
The events of that day energized her to learn more about this ministry. Through a mutual friend, Fr. Nigel heard of her interest in the ministry and asked her if she would be interested in ministering to the veteran’s wives during the retreat. She immediately said yes, and asked if she could bring along members of her prison ministry. They too were military veterans and after attending the retreat for themselves, felt it would be a perfect fit for our veterans in prison.
After much prayer and study, she proposed to Fr. Nigel the idea of taking the Welcome Home Initiative to military veterans in prison in May 2016. The retreat touched the lives of 12 veterans, and the next one is scheduled for September.
I’d like to finish the story in her own words:
“I believe that my call to the ministry was the very act of apostolic action that we learn about in Cursillo… that the Mercy I received from our Father in Heaven for my own wounds of PTSD is the same mercy I desired to share from that same healing.”
“As a healing minister, I felt called to find a way to bring healing to these men that God had brought into my life. so, I simply asked… Lord you put me here, I’m seeing clearly their wounds… Rachel’s Vineyard is healing their hearts for their abortion experienced but they need more… what do you have for them? Very shortly after the WHI was brought to my attention…”
“I didn’t view my life as already busy… I saw God expanding my territory.”
1 Chronicles 4:10
Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.
I know some of you may be asking: “How does this apply to me? I’m not a leader.” So, let me ask you another question, what would have been Saint Peter’s answer the morning he met an itinerant preacher named Jesus? What about Ambrose the morning of the Bishop’s election? Do you think he saw himself giving up all his earthly power and riches to become a poor bishop of a divided dioceses? What about Ignatius the morning before going to combat for the last time? What if Donna had said “NO” to another ministry? What if I’d never taken that drive to The Villages?
So, I ask you again, how does this apply to you? Are you a Christian leader? YES—you are! You are a baptized member of the One, holy Catholic and Apostolic faith. You were called to this Cursillo weekend for a reason, and you are being given all the tools you need to respond to that call to be a Christian leader. What did Peter, Ambrose, Ignatius and my friend Donna have in common? They had Christ.
“Christ and I are an overwhelming majority—and he’s counting on you and me to respond to His call.
The day when Christ can count on a group of leaders who put into action their love of God and their talents, guided by the Holy Spirit, will the prophecy be fulfilled; “Even greater things you will see.” (John 1:50). May we be always open to the will of God in our lives. Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of us your faithful and kindle in us the fire or Your love. Send forth your spirit and we shall be created. And you shall renew the face of the earth. Amen.

By Javier Casanova
As I mentioned at the beginning of this rollo, I’m a 23-year veteran of the US Air Force. I served combat tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, were I participated in hundreds of missions as a Combat Rescue Helicopter Pilot. By the grace of God and the help of my Guardian Angel, I returned home after each tour to a loving family and a grateful country. The Air Force showered me with recognition and at my retirement I resembled a South American Military Dictator, with medals that covered most of my uniform. Outwardly I was proud to the point of cockiness about my service and never shy to share my contributions to anyone who asked.
But inside of me there were dark places. Places filled with the sounds of rocket explosions, the screams of the injured, and the smell of death. With each combat tour these dark images would multiply. Like a good Airman, I was able to compartmentalize those images, to put them away in a shelf. I could select when and where to revisit them, especially whenever one of my buddies needed to talk. But something changed after I retired from the service.
When I moved to Palm Beach in 2013 it was the first time I lived in a community separated from the military community I loved. “Civilian” life was different. The feeling of belonging, accomplishment and service to higher cause were not there. It was then that the enemy moved in. The dark memories would no longer stay in their designated drawer or wait for the right moment. They would visit me at any time of the day, but especially at night. While I was simultaneously working hard at restoring my faith life in my new community, it seemed like the closer I got to God, the less control I had over them. They controlled my sleep, my mood, my thoughts and my personality. They would remind me that no matter how close I tried to get to God, I had a past, I had done things contrary to God’s teachings. Things I had never confessed. I was not worthy of His grace.
I sought medical treatment at the VA Hospital, and they gave me all the pills I needed. They even scheduled me with a wonderful therapist, who was truly working hard to get me to overcome my feelings of guilt and unworthiness. But each time I would discuss my struggles with God and my faith, the conversation would grow distant and uncomfortable quiet.
In the meantime, one of my new friends who was involved with church ministries, asked me to attend a retreat for combat veterans called, The Welcome Home Initiative. She said there would be no cost to attending and she had personally witnessed many vets who had benefited from it. But in the words of Mathew Kelly, I “resisted happiness”, and gracefully declined. “I’m so busy with work”, I told her, “there’s no way I can get away.” I was so happy to steer the conversation away, while inside thinking, “that’s not for me”, “That’s for those poor Vietnam vets that were spit upon when they returned home”, I thought. I was a proud veteran of the great wars against terror. The TV was full of our accomplishments and Hollywood started to make movies of them with cool guys like Matt Damon and Mark Walberg. No, those retreats with a bunch of strangers who were not even Catholic, were not for me. Meanwhile, my medicine cabinet filled up and the memories ran rampant, terrorizing me at night and ribbing me of peace.
My friend kept asking. She wouldn’t relent. And a year later, I finally ran out of excuses. On June 2nd of last year, I overcame resistance and attended the retreat at The Villages, north of Orlando. I was met at the hotel by a group of strangers who showered me with hugs, gifts and escorted me to my room. That afternoon we gathered for introductions at the Episcopalian church next door to the hotel. The room was filled men of all ages, representing every major war since 1950. Soon we were no longer strangers, but brothers, holding up each other as we relived those dark memories. The difficult journey home had started and the healing power of Jesus was finally allowed to wash our souls and bring light to the darkness. I can gratefully say to you that I came home from the war on June 4th, 2016, four years after my last combat mission. I returned home to my family for the last time, was freed from needing any medication to sleep and enjoy life, and happily say “Good Bye” to my psychiatrist.
But the healing came with a mission. A mission to share my story with anyone who would listen. To bring as many of my brothers in arms to finally come home to the healing power that we receive from the unconditional love of our Lord Jesus Christ.
The world will receive the good news of Christ, not through Christians who are sad, discouraged, impatient, angry or anxious, but through those whose lives radiate the joy, peace and love of Christ; those whose lives are dedicated and consecrated to Him.
Please write this down: “Christ and I are an overwhelming majority.” Repeat it with me–“Christ and I are an overwhelming majority.”
​
I will close with one final story. The story of my friend, Donna Gardner, the one who would not take no for an answer, and to who I owe my coming home to Christ.
When I asked her, “how did you come in contact with the Welcome Home Initiative?” She replied, “I believe God brought WHI to me.” This June she will celebrate 8 years of volunteering in prison; ministering to post abortive inmates and since last year, combat veterans. In her years of prison ministry leading Rachel’s Vineyard, a retreat for those who have had abortions or have been hurt by abortion. It was very clear to her that many of the men were suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress or PTS. She saw the worst cases of PTS in prison. Men with paranoia beyond belief, afraid of their own shadows, who hadn’t slept for years.
She shared with her prison team that this wasn’t normal PTSD, these men were suffering, and began to dig a bit deeper. Their stories started to have the same components…. childhood abuse, absent or abusive fathers, combat experience, abortion and finally multiple years of incarceration. Theperfect recipe for complex PTS.
About this time, she heard of an Episcopal priest who had a healing ministry for veterans and would be in Boca for a healing service. The service was a 3-hour event including a talk and a healing service that included the anointing of the trigger fingers. After the service one of the members of her prison team began to open up about his combat experiences in Vietnam. She had known him for almost 15 years, yetnever knew he was a veteran or of the trauma he experienced from his combat experiences in Vietnam. He was a quiet man and it was obvious he was deeply moved by the service. On the way home, he shared how Fr Nigel’s talk and prayers had brought relief and healing to his heart.
The events of that day energized her to learn more about this ministry. Through a mutual friend, Fr. Nigel heard of her interest in the ministry and asked her if she would be interested in ministering to the veteran’s wives during the retreat. She immediately said yes, and asked if she could bring along members of her prison ministry. They too were military veterans and after attending the retreat for themselves, felt it would be a perfect fit for our veterans in prison.
After much prayer and study, she proposed to Fr. Nigel the idea of taking the Welcome Home Initiative to military veterans in prison in May 2016. The retreat touched the lives of 12 veterans, and the next one is scheduled for September.
I’d like to finish the story in her own words:
“I believe that my call to the ministry was the very act of apostolic action that we learn about in Cursillo… that the Mercy I received from our Father in Heaven for my own wounds of PTSD is the same mercy I desired to share from that same healing.”
“As a healing minister, I felt called to find a way to bring healing to these men that God had brought into my life. so, I simply asked… Lord you put me here, I’m seeing clearly their wounds… Rachel’s Vineyard is healing their hearts for their abortion experienced but they need more… what do you have for them? Very shortly after the WHI was brought to my attention…”
“I didn’t view my life as already busy… I saw God expanding my territory.”
1 Chronicles 4:10
Jabez cried out to the God of Israel, “Oh, that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me, and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain.” And God granted his request.
I know some of you may be asking: “How does this apply to me? I’m not a leader.” So, let me ask you another question, what would have been Saint Peter’s answer the morning he met an itinerant preacher named Jesus? What about Ambrose the morning of the Bishop’s election? Do you think he saw himself giving up all his earthly power and riches to become a poor bishop of a divided dioceses? What about Ignatius the morning before going to combat for the last time? What if Donna had said “NO” to another ministry? What if I’d never taken that drive to The Villages?
So, I ask you again, how does this apply to you? Are you a Christian leader? YES—you are! You are a baptized member of the One, holy Catholic and Apostolic faith. You were called to this Cursillo weekend for a reason, and you are being given all the tools you need to respond to that call to be a Christian leader. What did Peter, Ambrose, Ignatius and my friend Donna have in common? They had Christ.
“Christ and I are an overwhelming majority—and he’s counting on you and me to respond to His call.
The day when Christ can count on a group of leaders who put into action their love of God and their talents, guided by the Holy Spirit, will the prophecy be fulfilled; “Even greater things you will see.” (John 1:50). May we be always open to the will of God in our lives. Come Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of us your faithful and kindle in us the fire or Your love. Send forth your spirit and we shall be created. And you shall renew the face of the earth. Amen.

The Biblical Foundations for Soaking Prayer
What it is and what it is not.
By The Rev. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
Jesus said, “Preach the Kingdom and heal the sick.” Luke 9:2
Jesus said, “Pray always and do not lose heart.” Luke 18:1
Soaking prayer is a healing service, a worship service where the supplicant receives hope and love in a time of sickness or stress. It is a time set aside to address, pray and soak ‘dis-ease” in its many forms. Soaking prayer can be in a group format or it can be offered for an individual. It is designed for the supplicant to receive the love, hope, grace and healing promises and presence of the Lord. To uses an analogy, it is like soaking a cancer in prayer just like radiation therapy attacks cancer with medical advancements. It is both and! It is a time to remind the supplicant that they are loved and cared for by God, Jesus and the church. It is a message of encouragement for all. “Brothers, if you have a word of exhortation for the people, please speak.” Acts 13:15 Soaking prayer is an act of faith. Faith in Gods ability to heal.Soaking prayer is not about being emptied, but by being filled… with the Holy Spirit. Ephesians 5:18
Physical, emotional, mental and generational issues are prayed over in a peaceful environment conducive to healing. Stress, in all its forms, is a serious issue in today’s living. We know that stress causes all sorts of physical and emotional disease, stress can kill! Soaking prayer offers a peaceful environment to destress, to pull off the highway of modern life and pause in prayerful peace. The words of Jesus echo around the chapel, “Peace, I give to you, my peace I leave with you, do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” Through prayer and the reading of many bible verses, with gentle music in the background those coming are encouraged to lie on the floor, to loosen belts and shoes and to relax in a safe, Christ filled atmosphere. The supplicants are encouraged to breath in the past and present prayers of the church, lining the bronchial passages and lungs with the very fabric of the place set aside for such gatherings. Allowing the prayer to go into the blood stream and then cover “The presenting issue” with peace, love and the pure healing presence of the Lord.
Another primary prayer for this type of gathering would be from Philippians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Soaking prayer creates an environment of peace the very peace that transcends all understanding.
We come in faith, corporate faith, adding our mustard seeds of faith together with a fresh expression of church. A very peaceful way of worshiping the Lord. Standing firm on the words from Hebrews 11:1 Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Soaking prayer is a cocoon of love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law. Gal 5:22-24
Another biblical foundation for soaking prayer would be from 1 Thessalonians 5:17-19 Rejoice always, pray continually,give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
What Soaking prayer is not: It is not emptying the mind, guided imagery, suggestion, negative, abusive or condemning of the soul.
Be well, do good works and for the sake of God, love one another.
Blessings, The Rev. Nigel Mumford+

BIBLICAL “WEIGHT” MANAGEMENT©
Let “The Word of the Lord” suppresses the “snack attack.”©
PLACE “THE WORD” BETWEEN YOU AND TEMPTATION!
By
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
I was praying a while ago about my increasing weigh. I’m not as mobile as
I used to be, so the pounds were adding up. I found myself “grazing” at the
Refrigerator way too often. I would open the door and almost expect a miracle of some new apparition of a tasty morsel left for me to munch on that was not there an hour ago! What on earth am I thinking? I was snacking way too much. I was not looking after my body. What to do, what to do?
So, in prayer, the Lord showed me to graze or snack on “His Word.”
I put a bible outside the fridge.
I also put a bible in a zip lock bag inside the fridge.
Now when I am tempted to graze inside the fridge I first graze on “The
Word” of the Lord outside the fridge. I open the Bible sitting next to the fridge and read what ever the Lord leads me to.
99% of the time that is enough to “redirect” my mind from food to the word of the Lord. Quenching the spirit of gluttony that was slowly overtaking me.
If the urge to eat is not quelled at that moment, I would then open the fridge and take out the zip lock bag with a very cold bible within it!
Now I will read something from “that” bible.
At this point, the Lord closes down my desire as I am truly seeking first the Kingdom Of God and not some fattening snack.
Let “The Word of the Lord” suppresses the “snack attack.”
Give it a try.
The cheapest diet I have ever tried!
Please be assured of my prayers as you try the Bible diet!
I’m praying for your health.
Let me know how it works for you.
Be well,
Do good works,
And for the sake of God love one another.
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
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Fr. Nigel was honored to be asked to give the opening prayer to the House at the Capitol in Richmond on Monday, Feb. 13th.  At this time, and to his surprise, he was also honored and given a House Resolution and Commendation.

Delegate Miyares introduces Rev. Nigel Mumford

This teaching was an Order of St. Luke telephone conference call to many OSL members in Canada. Recorded 19th Feb 20017. It lasts an hour so grab a coffee, sit down and get healed from the past.
Don’t let you past ruin your present or your future.

PLEASE DON’T OWN “THE” DISEASE!
By
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
Please don’t say,
“My cancer”
“My arthritis”
“My illness”
I believe owning a dis-ease is counter productive and not a good idea!
If you “have to” name it say,
“the cancer”
“the arthritis”
“the dis-ease”
This could be a quantum leap in your thinking and view of disease.
Moving from “My” to “the” (low case) is a better way of addressing the issue, physically, emotionally and spiritually.
Owning a dis-ease it is not the best solution!
The Lord wants health and salvation, (from the Greek word SoZo)* for us all.
I’m not suggesting denial but when we “own” a dis-ease it belongs to us!
I don’t think illness should belong to us or, much worse, become our identity.
Biblical foundation.
JOHN 5:6-9
6 When Jesus saw him lying there, and knew that he already had been in that condition a long time, He said to him, “Do you want to be made well?”
7 The sick man answered Him, “Sir, I have no man to put me into the pool when the water is stirred up; but while I am coming, another steps down before me.”
8 Jesus said to him, “Rise, take up your bed and walk.” 9 And immediately the man was made well, took up his bed, and walked.
* The new testament of the King James Version of the Bible was originally translated from a greek manuscript. Since the manuscript was written in greek it makes sense to study the greek words themselves to better understand the King James Bible. A word study is done on a specific greek word to determine its exact meaning. When the greek word is better understood the meaning of different versus becomes more clear. As an example consider the greek word sozo which has been translated in the New Testament the following ways:
save or saved
whole
healed
preserve
well
May the Sozo of the Lord be upon you with power and signs following.
God bless you.
Be well, do good works and for the sake of God love one another.
Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

PRESENT, PERHAPS A POSITIVE PERSONAL PRAYER
Thank you God you are healing me NOW
Thank you Jesus you are healing me NOW
Thank you Holy Spirit you are healing me NOW
Thank you Holy Trinity you are healing me NOW
Prescription
Pray this prayer for the next 21 days removing and rebuking
anything negative from your thoughts.
It only takes 21 days to break a habit.
Fr. N.W.D.Mumford+