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A fellow parishioner, Roy, at my beloved Saint Leo's Church in Little Italy always wears a smile: as he serves on the altar, as he processes in uniform with the Knights of Columbus Color Guard, as he lectors from the podium reading Liturgy, and in his other capacities as event manager and volunteer coordinator.
During Mass, I like to look over to Roy to watch him smile perpetually. It's like he has his own little constant secret. I can almost see the happy thoughts swirling around in his mind. Or maybe he is just very much in the moment enjoying whatever post he is serving that day. (Volunteering will do that to a person.)
In any case, Roy's smiling is very contagious.
I like to smile at people in public walking past: on the beach, in the mall, on the street. It is an easy activity to self-engage. No sweat off my face, nor do I even have to utter a word. And guess what? They smile back.
And how cool is this - smiling is universal. So you don't even have to be speaking English, or Italian, or whatever language, with another person. You can just speak SMILING.
Sometimes I catch my face with knotted brows, and I correct them. Sometimes I make myself smile while I am on the phone - that's supposed to come through on the other end. How nice.
What's your face doing right now? What does your face do mostly?
Are you smiling enough?
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