But by a story we cannot believe
A comedian works over Jonah bit, laughs pivoting on the oddity of hearing a whale-swallows-man-who’s-running-from-God story in a contemporary world on a contemporary medium.
Which, as comedy is prone to do, gets to something missed in the regular turn of the miracles-are-a-joke critique: stories.
The difference between then and now isn’t that miracles happened then and don’t know. It isn’t that we believed in miracles happening then and don’t know.
The difference is a difference in stories.
We know what we know from the stories we tell and are told.
It’s a question of what stories we tell and what stories we have room to tell.
(I suspect this is becoming a major project and thesis, though it remains questioning and fragmentary in a way, I suspect, that comes from having drunk of Wittgensteinian waters.)