No, but you DO neeed to make an intelligent argument.
Let's start with a very simple miracle. Jesus turned water into wine. Having personally made wine, I know this requires fruit, yeast, water and time. Jesus converted water into wine by speaking to it. Please show me the scientific process for re-creating this experiment.
Lightning is not a miracle, but a natural action which can be replicated easily enough. Try calming a storm by telling it to be still. Please explain how science can replicate the miracle. It can't, because miracles are violations of natural law. Science studies natural law and is limited by those the same limitations. If something can be explained away it may be an extreme coincidence, but it's not a miracle.
I'll give you an example of a modern miracle.
One Thursday afternoon I got a call informing me that my younger brother (I had four) was found dead in his apartment. He had been lying for 10 hours in 80 degree heat before they got him to the funeral home. His body was not viewable. One of my brothers who lived near him went there and was actually with him for over an hour before they came to take the body. Fortunately, he had been a paramedic and had seen far worse cases, but as he said the image will still haunt him. I drove back home to help make the arrangements.
Over the next day and a half I began to find out things about the person I thought that I had known for 37 years. As I helped to clean out his apartment, I discovered that I didnt know the person who lived there, and I so very much wish I had.
My brother had juvenile onset diabetes. He spent his entire life in poor health, punctuated with seizures, low sugar reactions and other complications from the disease. He was unable to get much assistance from the state, declared ineligible for disability and unable to work in most fields. True, there were jobs he could have done, but after repeatedly being denied assistance while minorities in much greater health were given preferential treatment, he grew hateful and bitter. He had a mouth that would embarrass a pirate and hated, literally hated children because they were healthy and he never was.
He lived with various family members, but was such a negative influence on the children he simply wore out his welcome. We could not subject our children to abuse just to take care of someone who wouldnt take care of himself. We loved him, but he refused to help himself and would not allow us to help him. In time he ended up at a rescue mission in Muskegon, Mich. I didnt see him much, since I only get up there a couple of times per year. He was homeless and without hope. It was the most critical experience of his life.
One of the people who reached out to the homeless and the poor was a Reverend named Smith. He and my brother had some interesting conversations at first. He would talk about God and my brother would try and prove to him why God did not exist. Eventually my brother not only lost the argument, he began to stop wallowing in his self pity and look at the world around him. He was surrounded by people who were worse off than he was. He began to change.
My brother turned his life around, accepted Christ, was baptized, and became a deacon in the church. He lived in a low rent housing complex that was predominantly black. In the time that we were there, at least a dozen people came up to us and told us how much they loved him and things he had done for them. He loaded wheelchair-bound people in a van that barely ran and drove them to church. He went to the store for shut-ins and brought the correct change back. He oversaw the food pantry while his own cupboards were sparse. He spent hours helping the choir rehearse, videotaping the services and helping out any way he could. The profanity stopped. The pornography was erased from his computer hard drive and replaced by Bible study information. He developed a thirst for the knowledge of God and without fail always completed his Bible study assignments. The Reverend was black. Most of the congregation was black. Most of his neighbors were black. My brother, once among the most bigoted persons on the planet, loved and was loved by them all.
The change in my brother was profound. He was a lost soul who finally sought and found salvation. The change in him was so complete it could only be the work of Almighty God. Human personalities are not subject to such enormous change of their own accord. The Reverend said that he had no doubt when he first met my brother that he was NOT saved, and had no doubt when he died that he was.
So then, my feelings are very mixed with his passing. I wish I could have been with him, but he was where he needed to be; just as he is now where Christ promised he would be. His final days were spent in service to those who were less fortunate than himself. On the last day of his life, he walked over a mile in 80 degree heat to go to the store for a shut it. For his repentance his sins were forgiven and he was finally relieved of the suffering that was ever present during his lifetime. He was allowed to leave a word of pain and sickness and was welcomed into the Kingdom of Heaven.
This was a true miracle of a loving God who refused to give up on a lost sinner.
