On Smith Wigglesworth


Smith Wigglesworth was a remarkably unimpressive man by the worlds standards. He was born to a lowly family in Menston England in 1859, unable to read until his twenties and a plumber by trade, yet when he gave his life to the Lord Jesus at the tender age of eight, no one could possibly have imagined what an impact he would have on the world.
Called the ‘Apostle of Faith’, Smith was married in 1882 to Mary Jane Featherstone, affectionately called Polly. She was the love of his life and when she died in 1913, Smith was devastated. This was one of the most trying moments in his life. He prayed for to come back to life and she did, yet she explained that it was the Lords will for her to go. He agreed and she lay down once again and went to be with the Lord.
Smith’s ministry was characterized by his unwavering faith in God. He was able to believe for the impossible, and yet his one main concern was that God should always get the glory and not himself. His humility was a genuine concern for not stealing that which belonged to his heavenly father. Among the many stories that are recounted about his life, including people being raised from the dead, deaf ears being opened and captives being set free, there is one story that has captivated the heart and mind of many a Christian. This story is recounted below.

Surely one of the most remarkable cases of a miracle was when Smith was staying at the home of a curate of the Church of England. The man with whom he was staying had no legs. Smith suddenly said to the man, ” Go and buy a new pair of shoes in the morning.” a most astounding thing to say to someone with no legs. No doubt thinking Smith was totally insane the curate retired to bed, and then the Lord spoke to him saying “Do as my servant hath said.”
The curate rose early the next morning and was waiting at the shoe store when the manage arrived to open up. Upon entering the store he was approached by the assistant who asked if he could help him. The curate replied he would like a pair of shoes. The assistant realizing the condition of the man hesitated, before replying that they could not help him, obviously referring to his condition.. The curate seeing his dilemma said: ” I would like a pair of black shoes, size eight please.” The assistant returned with the shoes and as he put his one stump into the shoe a foot and leg instantly formed. The same thing happened with his other leg.

Smith was not surprised and his comment was that with God there is no difference between healing a broken limb and forming a new limb.

After many years of faithful service, and a ministry that saw the sick healed, the dead raised and the captives set free, Smith himself passed on in 1949 . Appropriately he died in a church.


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The Red Apple with a Green Heart


By Nigel Mumford+

For Christmas, my bride an I were given a triple layer polystyrene container of apples from Upstate New York from close friends. One of the apples had a distinctive green heart on it. I carried it with me, wondering when I was going to eat it. I had occasion to go the mall to get new lenses for my eye glasses. They told me it would take an hour. So, I walked to the main area of the Mall where lots of people were milling around, sitting or enjoying a coffee. I looked around and found a place to sit.
I sat praying for all the people I could see. A young woman next to me said, “It’s fun to people watch isn’t it?” I said, “Yes but I’m praying your them too.”
We had a great chat. She told me she wanted to be a nurse. Loverly person.
I had my collar on as she asked me what do I do as a priest? I told her and mentioned that I’ve written a few books. “I’ve never met an author before.”
She said.
Then I remembered the red apple with a green heart in my pocket.
I took it out of my pocket and gave it to her saying that I had had this in my pocket for while and God just told me to give it to you!

Her jaw dropped. It was like time stood still…
She told me that her Grandmother had died 6 months ago and that since then, all the family have either found hearts or have been given hearts…
She sat there looking at me…

It was a true God moment, amongst hundreds of people…
Again God got my attention. I would add it got hers too!

The Red Apple
With a green heart…

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+ Praying the Cross +

+ Praying the Cross +
This is one method I use to pray, especially when I’m tired.
Pray using the “ACTIP” acronym.
Spend time on each “letter”
Fr. Nigel+

Adoration: pray looking at the face of Jesus or the top of the cross
Spend some time adoring, praising and worshipping God by declaring things about who He is. (ie- Altogether good, loving, just, faithful, truth, etc.) Psalm 145:3 “Great is the Lord and most worthy of praise; his greatness no one can fathom.”

Confession: pray looking at the right hand of God, or the right side of the Cross.
Spend time confessing your own sins to God. 1 John 1:9, “If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.”

Thanksgiving: pray looking at His left hand, or the left side of the Cross.
Spend time listing out things you are thankful for—finding things to be thankful for will help you understand God’s purposes in hardship.
Ephesians 5:20, “And give thanks for everything to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.” Psalm 50:23, “But giving thanks is a sacrifice that truly honors me. If you keep to my path, I will reveal to you the salvation of God.”

Intercession: pray casting your eyes on the heart of the Lord or the center of the Cross.
Here we pray for the poor, the weak, the sick and the lonely. We pray for Christians, for people who don’t know Jesus, for our country, for different situations around you and around the world, etc. 1 Timothy 2:1 “I urge you, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them.”

Petition: pray looking at the feet of Christ or the Base of the Cross.
This is the part where you bring your personal requests to God— Seeking first the Kingdom of God. Praying at the base of the Cross keeps all your prayers in place. A firm foundation.

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A Customizable Prayer For Your Friends.


Here follows a prayer which you might personalize for a friend in need of healing.
Please use it, filling in the blanks.
Forward this to those in need; take on to believe for them.

Dear ________ ,

I pray not only for your physical endurance, but also for the emotional toil that you might be
suffering right now.
I pray that Hope abounds again, and some Good News from God will fill your soul.
Jesus, please come alongside ________ in his/her suffering.
God, please present the very Balm of Gilead to sooth the issue and bring all the cells of this concern
into the perfection of The Lord.
Thank You, Jesus, for healing my dear friend/sister/brother, ________.
Thank You, God, for Your healing presence in their lives.
Please, Jesus, put an end to this suffering, take away the pain and the root cause of the pain, and
present Your wonderful healing presence.
Jesus, please heal and cure ________.
We earnestly pray for the supernatural healing presence of Christ upon your very being.
Come on, God, You do it again!
Thank You, God. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You, Holy Spirit. Thank You, Holy Trinity.

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Hit By The Shadow Of The Cross.

HIT… BY THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS… (Inspired by the Lazarus story below). Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

I seem to have a close fascination with Lazarus. I so wish he had
written a book, I’d love to know what he went through. The line in the
reflection below writes, “Many people who have had a near-death experience report losing all fear of death.” That is very true for me. I’ve had some amazing experiences and visions, one when I literally crawled through the valley of the shadow of death, it was no shadow, it was very real. The Rev. Donald Barnhouse said, on the way to his wife’s funeral, “Would you rather be hit by a truck, or by the shadow a truck?” While he explained grief at the loss of his wife to his daughters. I now realize that as I did, in fact crawl through the valley, Jesus was with me all the way. Jesus, from the Cross watched me. I now know that I was in the “shadow of the Cross” while being hit by the truck of H1N1 swine flu and that we will be raised again, just like Lazarus. I know that my Redemer lives.
~Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+
Read more in book, “Dying to Live, how near death experiences increase our faith.”

Lazarus’ Story. ~Franciscan Media

Lazarus, the friend of Jesus, the brother of Martha and Mary, was the one of whom the Jews said, “See how much he loved him.” In their sight, Jesus raised his friend Lazarus from the dead.

Legends abound about the life of Lazarus after the death and resurrection of Jesus. He is supposed to have left a written account of what he saw in the next world before he was called back to life. Some say he followed Peter into Syria. Another story is that despite being put into a leaking boat by the Jews at Jaffa, he, his sisters, and others landed safely in Cyprus. There he died peacefully after serving as bishop for 30 years.

A church was built in his honor in Constantinople and some of his reputed relics were transferred there in 890. A Western legend has the oarless boat arriving in Gaul. There he was bishop of Marseilles, was martyred after making a number of converts, and was buried in a cave. His relics were transferred to the new cathedral in Autun in 1146.

It is certain there was early devotion to the saint. Around the year 390, the pilgrim lady Etheria talks of the procession that took place on the Saturday before Palm Sunday at the tomb where Lazarus had been raised from the dead. In the West, Passion Sunday was called Dominica de Lazaro, and Augustine tells us that in Africa the Gospel of the raising of Lazarus was read at the office of Palm Sunday.


Many people who have had a near-death experience report losing all fear of death. When Lazarus died a second time, perhaps he was without fear. He must have been sure that Jesus, the friend with whom he had shared many meals and conversations, would be waiting to raise him again. We don’t share Lazarus’ firsthand knowledge of returning from the grave. Nevertheless, we too have shared meals and conversations with Jesus, who waits to raise us, too.

~Franciscan Media

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Last month I came to Galilee to say “Thank you Nigel”.  

You see 5 years ago my life bumped up against a very rocky shore.  I had a persistent pain in my back and I wondered “What’s wrong?”  In August of 2012 I received the dreaded CANCER phone call and I was diagnosed with Stage 4 inoperable pancreatic and liver cancer.  This is a terrible diagnosis – only 1% of people with pancreatic cancer will live for 5 years. To make matters worse, the cancer had escaped my pancreas and spread to my liver.  It could not be surgically removed.  At that time the doctors told me I had 6-9 months to live.  I was in my mid-fifties with a healthy lifestyle, rarely sick, no family history, a great marriage, three children and a rewarding career.  How could such a beautiful August day hold such bad news?  I had a death sentence over my head.  And yet I had everything to live for.  

My husband, my friends and my church decided that we were going to work this illness hard.  Medically and spiritually we would bring every weapon to bear against this.  I began 12 rounds of chemo at the University of Chicago.  By Christmas 2012 I had only made it through 5 of the 12 prescribed rounds of chemo.  I was desperately sick.  I could barely stand, eat or think in a complete sentence.  I looked like a concentration camp victim.   But God knew my need.  And God began to orchestrate gifted healers to enter my life.  Nigel is foremost among those healers.  

In February 2013 Nigel came to a nearby church, St Marks Episcopal in Geneva IL, to teach a weekend seminar on healing prayer.  My friends carried me to see him.  In our appointment with Nigel he took a careful spiritual inventory of my soul, our marriage and talked to us about healing.  The elders of St Marks, my husband and friends sat in a circle around us and Nigel began to pray over me.  I felt heat and electric current run through his hands.  The Holy Spirit descended powerfully.  In the following weeks and months my friends and church family came every Friday to anoint me with oil, lay hands on me and pray for healing.  I was soaked in prayer.  I learned to be open to many types of prayer: with words and silence, friends singing over me, friends reading Scripture over me, long and short, soft and loud, usually with touch, speaking in tongues, wise words and simple prayers.  I am convinced that God hears all prayers and that the Holy Spirit intercedes for us as only He can.

I believe that Nigel “jumpstarted” my healing on that cold February day.   My healing did not happen instantly.  Most of my healing came in the year after meeting with Nigel.  Healing is rarely instanteous and always mysterious.  I completed the 12 rounds of chemo.  I did not see myself as helpless but I got up and got moving and God blessed.  Doctors expect that pancreatic cancer will come back within a few months of finishing chemo.  By now, you’ve guessed that 5 years later I am doing really well.  My blood counts have been normal for several  years and the CT scans show scar tissue but no active tumor in my pancreas.

Healing is a gift God gives His Church.  As a church, Galilee you have believed in this gift.  WIthout razzle-dazzle or flashy words you have supported and nurtured Nigel’s ministry and the ministry of your prayer team.  Healing is a gift that God has given to Nigel.    Thank you for loaning him out to other churches for healing seminars, for supporting The Welcome Home Initiative, for loving and praying for him.  Gratitude is foremost in my thoughts.  Keep going, keep asking.  I want you to know what a difference God and Nigel have made in my life and to a watching world. 
Lee P
Illinois USA

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Out of the Mouths of Babes.

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.”
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.
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+

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Living Beyond The Coma.

Three weeks away from life, or not?
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.

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Welcome Home Iniative Testomony

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.

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The Biblical Foundations for Soaking Prayer

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+

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