One Sunday while I waited for my husband to park the car, I sat on the bench next to the coffee bar in the church lobby. For fifteen minutes, I watched people coming in and out of the sanctuary. Most of them were smiling and hugging. Almost all of them asked each other the same question—“How are you?” Here’s a breakdown of the answers: “Awesome.” <given with an over-exuberant grin> “Great.” <given with a regular grin> “Fine.” <given with a barely there grin> Most of the answers and grins seemed genuine. But sometimes when the hug ended and the person who asked the question disappeared down the hall, the…