You ask for miracles
When I give you some miracles, “miracles of coincidence” as I like to call them, you say they aren’t miracles. They can be explained, and are obviously luck. The Sea of Reeds will occasionally dry when there are heavy winds from the North, you say. If it can happen, it’s not a miracle. I give you these miracles, and you don’t take them.
When I give you the other miracles, you don’t believe them. They aren’t possible. There’s no way for a virgin birth, you can’t walk on water. It couldn’t ever happen, so it didn’t ever happen. I give you these miracles, and you don’t take them.
Some people have made up their minds before they hear anything. But what can I do?

