Centreville Presbyterian Church
Dear CPC: Thriving in Community | Jan 30, 2022
In a world where we all feel spread thin, God calls us to a kind of Christian community that will revive our hearts and our communities! Join us this Sunday with Pastor Paul Lauerman as we talk about thriving in community.
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  • Centreville Presbyterian Church
    15450 Lee Hwy., Centreville, VA 20120, USA
    Sunday 9:00 AM, Sunday 10:30 AM
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What does thriving look like?
1) Vulnerability
Voyage of the Dawn Treader:
Aslan and Eustace: Then the lion said—but I don’t know if it spoke—‘You will have to let me undress you.’ I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it. The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know—if you’ve ever picked the scab off a sore place.
Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off—just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt—and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me—I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on—and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again.
Marks of a Thriving Small Group
1. Expectation