Confirmation Bias

by Jake Rhodes ~ W hile expending precious time and brain cells on the digital cocaine my generation has contributed to society (aka Facebook), I have recently found myself becoming nearly exasperated by the status updates of some of my friends and relatives. I live in southern Mississippi, so Jesus’ ubiquitous magical influence is credited with everything from purported medical healings to the merciful brevity of Vanilla Ice ’s music career. Due to such beliefs, my news feed is often littered with fatuous celebrations of what one could label “mini miracles”. Most of you will know precisely what I am talking about. Who has not heard such nonsense as “Couldn’t find my keys… I prayed and then they suddenly turned up in a spot I had already checked 10 times. I swear they weren’t there before!! Thank you, Jesus!” or something resembling “Just got the call I have been waiting on! God is always on time!”? If you happen to be unfamiliar with such mentalities, do not laugh; I am not being co...