I am sick, which makes me extra grouchy. I don’t know how this research was conducted, but based on my completely subjective, non-scientific, anecdotal experience, this is nothing but bullshit.
Religious people say they are happy because it is frowned upon to admit that their faith isn’t giving them joy. When I went to church, Sunday service was like a big fix for the religious junkies who were afraid, stressed out, depressed, and otherwise feeling bad all week. They came to the joy-fest on Sunday to forget about their troubles for an hour or so, but all during the week they were generally in the dumps, “fighting the good fight,” “in the lion’s den,” “going through a wilderness experience,” or “wrestling with Jacob’s angel.” I don’t know about you, but I don’t consider that leading a more contented life.