Word gets around. Thousands of people come to look. The press follows. Miracles seem to be all over the place, like ticks on a summer cow. They just flat gum up the grocery-rack tabloids.
Most religions have miracles.
India's a regular mass market in miracles. Ancient Rome had so many they had to store them in warehouses. Then you have secular miracles, like Elvis sightings, UFOs that do weird examinations of hysterical spinsters, magical pyramids that sharpen razor blades, mutilated cattle, funny-looking space aliens with bulgy grey heads that the Air Force stores in New Mexico, and crop circles. Reporters always treat believers, whether in the Bible or UFOs, with wary condescension, viewing them as witless but numerous, and likely to raise hell if sneered at, so maybe we better not, quite. I'm not so sure we have this odd world entirely figured out.