Trinity Methodist Church Gregson Lane, Hoghton, Preston, PR5 0ED
Minister: Revd. A. Webb Telephone 01772 323818
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Published Febuary 2019
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Who does he think he is?
Luke 4:14-21 14 Jesus returned to Galilee in the power of the Spirit, and news about him spread through whole countryside. 15 He was teaching in their synagogues, and everyone praised him.
16 He went to Nazareth, where, he had been brought up, and on the Sabbath day he went to the synagogue, as was his custom. He stood up to read, 17 and the scroll of the prophet Isaiah was handed to him. Unrolling it, he found the place where it was written:
18 The Spirit of the Lord is on me, Because he has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He sent me to proclaim freedom for prisoners and the recovery of sight to the blind, to set the oppressed free, 19 to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favour.
Then he rolled up the scroll, gave it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of everyone in the synagogue were fastened on him. 21 He began by saying to them, ‘Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing’.
Manifesto: as political as they come; as challenging as they come; as life changing as they come.
Such was Jesus’ manifesto written long ago,brought to life in the Son of God, harnessing the power of the Spirit.
Not popular in some quarters, radicals never are, but when they saw all those grand old words
being lived out, after centuries of gathering dust, folk couldn’t help but get upset as they were confronted with a way of living that they could easily embrace if they could shake off their apathy, built up over the years and trampled down into a solid seemingly unmovable mass.
Not rocket science. Not even political science.
But simple undiluted love: the kind that is buried deep within, waiting to be kindled and coaxed into flame, so that the poor hear good news, captives are released, the blind can see