Isaac,
The short answer to “Do you believe in miracles?” is “yes, of course”. But the answer goes deeper than how many think of “miracle”, as an occasional eruption into our space-time fabric from a far-off dimension, with oohs and aaahs. As usual, clearest reality is in the gospel accounts.
At the Cana wedding, Jesus simply said: “…take some to the captain of the feast…” and it says “…when he had tasted the water which had become wine…”. The water which had become. Past tense.
So the actual hocus-pocus occurs off stage. The transformation of water to wine, as a visible spectacle you could replay on a videotape, holds no interest for the gospel writer. “What” always upstages “how?”, because the mechanics of the miracle event strikes the gospel writer as unremarkable.
In the same way, in the so-called “feeding” miracles, the bread is multiplied while it is being passed out. One moment it is a loaf, the next it is baskets full. One moment, blue water, the next, scarlet wine. One moment, the arm is withered; it is made whole as it is raised.
Jesus’ faith is his ability to act or prompt actions that contradict appearance, and then the act overwhelms the discarded appearance. But “then” isn’t quite right – at some moment, as we think of it, the arm is whole, but that moment holds no interest to the inspired writer. As if it doesn’t exist.
Even as I write this I am struggling to escape the punctilinear, the particle mode of thought, and even the wave mode of thought, to enter the mode of seeing as seeing, which does not treat light as something to be puzzled over, but as what shines on bread, wine, and whole arms, so that we see what God sees.
So miracles don’t just…happen. They’re not events. We normally move about, rather, in the upside-down, in the land of the blind, but sometimes our eyes break through to see what’s there. And what’s there is: all miracle, all the time.
(I’d be negligent not to mention the other writers who’ve done better than I ever will, who’ve helped me, and who I hope you read at some point: See “Miracles”, by C.S. Lewis, and “Orthodoxy” by G.K. Chesterton. See also “Notes On A Tilt-A-Whirl” by N.D. Wilson.)