12 Things I See Happy People Do (that unhappy people do not)

Rev. Shane L. Bishop

I have been thinking a lot about happiness of late, partially because so many people seem unhappy.  I think that was my first epiphany upon entering the world of Social Media; people are unhappy and there are a lot of them.  Now don’t get me wrong, we all know some people who wouldn’t be happy, were they not unhappy but I am not talking about them.  We will just let them be.  I am also not thinking theologically here (i.e. juxtaposing happiness and joy), today I am going to err on the practical and pragmatic side of things.  With that being said, let’s get going.

I think most people want to be happy; they are just not quite sure how to get there from their present location.  Many people honestly believe that happiness is a lucky bounce; a sunny disposition or favorable circumstances but I disagree.  Happiness is a choice…

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Never Got a Dinner

Thank you

Choosing Ebenezer

When I was a kid, they had this thing called a celebrity roast.  People got together and made fun of the guest of honor.  It had a weird, rough-handling vibe.  I think it may have come from a wise place in someone’s psyche.  Celebrities regularly have “smoke blown up their” fundaments.  A roast could remind them that they were, in truth, much like everyone else, and…a roast could be funny.  Many of them had genuinely funny moments.  (Though I think peoples’ feelings were hurt at these things, and the humor got brutal, and thus they lost their cache.)

I remember a comedian named Red Buttons going on and on about how dumb it was to give the guest of honor such a sparkling honorific since a whole lot of more deserving people “never got a dinner.”  This morning I want to steal Red Buttons’ routine because I just saw a…

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Locked up with a Superior Mind

Choosing Ebenezer

I refuse to pay for cable TV, which means that I use a simple antenna to get whatever programming flows into the evening.  The other night I was wading through the TV wasteland when I came across an old movie I had seen multiple times before.  It’s titled Meatballs.  It was one of those commercial vehicles that made money for Bill Murray in his younger days.  It was much as I remembered it, though there was more sexual harassment and vulgar comedy than I recalled.  The big inspirational speech Murray gave at one point was vintage fun, and just as stirring as it was way-back-when.

The film itself did not have much of a story.  It was simple-minded, superficial, juvenile–perfectly tuned to the audience it intended to entrap.  I wonder now if Murray looks back on some of those scenes (and the ideas behind them) and cringes a little. …

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