Call it Gods or Spirit, it has its preferred ways of working. A humorous story tells the tale:
Alongside a mighty river lived man who claimed to have great faith in the God of his understanding. He had such faith they he felt his God would save him from any dire circumstances.
It so happened that a particularly bad bout of weather and tides had swelled the river far above normal. There were flood warnings. The civil authorities recommended that people evacuate to higher ground. All folks in the area except the man of faith did so. The man stayed, certain in his belief that his God would make things right.
The flood waters rose over his porch and started to fill the first floor of the house. The man of faith prayed to his God for help. He called for Divine power to set things right. Hardly had he finished praying when he heard people calling on a bullhorn. Outside, he saw a rowboat by the house. The men in the boat were calling to anyone who needed to be rescued.
When the man of faith came to the window, they said, “Get in! We can take you somewhere safe.”
“No, I do not need it! My God will rescue me,” the man replied
The men in the boat tried to convince him to accept their help, but he steadfastly refused. The boatmen finally left him and looked for others who needed help.
Flood waters continued to rise. They rose so that the man had to go to the second floor. He prayed again to his God for help. Before he finished his prayer, he heard a large motor boat outside. The man went to the window. There was a larger boat with several people in it..
“Get in! Hurry!,” the people called to him.
“No, I cannot do that! My God will make things right for me!” he replied. Though they tried to urge the man to join them, he would not. They finally had to leave to seek others who might need rescue.
The flood kept rising until the man had to climb onto the roof. He was on the highest part of the roof and the waters lapped at his feet as he prayed to this God again. Then he heard the rotors of a helicopter. He looked and saw a whirlybird approach him. The door on its side opened and a crewman unraveled a ladder.
“Climb up,” said the crewman. ‘Hurry!”
The man replied,” No. I have faith in my God that he will make things right. He will see to my safety.”
Try as he would, the helicopter crewman could not convince the man to climb aboard. The helicopter finally had to leave to rescue others.
Soon, the waters swept the man from the roof and he drowned.
In the next world, the man met up with his God. The man looked disappointed. He said, “How come you did not answer my prayers?”
His God replied,” I sent two rowboats and a helicopter. What more did you want?”
There are many miracle stories. Almost every religious tradition has them. The Jewish and Christian scriptures probably have more that most. There are everything from a parting of the sea to a burning bush that talks to feeding enough folks to fit a minor league stadium with just a handful of fishes and bread. Of course, the Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims and Shinto people have their own miracle tales. It is funny how folks will take their scriptures at face value. Miracle stories are part of the art of storytelling.
Catholicism has a thing called Hagiography, or the Study of the Saints. The peculiar thing about it is that on the surface, hagiography seems to be seeking historical facts about saints and any miracles they may have caused. Beneath that superficial level, hagiography often asks if a given saint could perform a certain miraculous act attributed to him. Whether he actually did it or not is another matter. I think most miracles, Catholic or otherwise, are like hagiography. It matters not if it happened, so much as if it could have happened.
I have had a few unusual spiritual experiences. They are hard to describe in human terms. As for miracles? The scriptures and folktales are nice stories, but real miracles happen differently. There is no big flash of light, no disembodied voice, and no moving of earth or sea. My experience and that of many others is that the Gods work through others. They also work through coincidences. One might say that the Gods work anonymously.
The Gods are not going to send you a great big blast of wind to whisk you off the roof when flood waters threaten you. They will not send a troop of Valkyrie to ride you to safety. However, they just might send a rowboat.
Gods prefer to work through circumstances. For example, whenever there is a disaster, we heard of people who were somehow deterred from going to that location. They may have had everything from engine failure to missing their train to a more complex set of events. What is striking is just how weird are the circumstances that led to those events. Call it an eerie coincidence. Nonetheless, the people never got to the place where disaster struck. They missed the plane that crashed, or never made it to the building that collapsed, or never got to the town where the earthquake struck.
Disasters are extreme circumstances. Godly coincidence can also happen in the most everyday things. Miracles of this sort can be the biggest or the most minor of things. It is the end result that counts.
The Gods do not fulfill things in you way. They do it their way. You can be sure that in doing so, they also manage to accomplish many other things that go along with their plans. We are not privy to all of their work, so we do not know the entirety of the situation that the Gods have in mind.
Is it Wyrd or the Gods? Both, or neither? Whatever you decide, your answer is more likely to come via a man in a rowboat than the sky opening with a blast of trumpets and a company of spiritual beings..