I came to the opinion a long time ago that religion, in general, is man’s attempt to give meaning to the suffering he eventually finds in life. In short, it’s an attempt to bring a small amount of order out of a lot of chaos even if the order is fictional and imagined.
Some religions do this well, but they have to sell miracle tales in order to do it based around a fictitious, almighty character. Religious salesman know how gullible people are who have been kicked around by life’s misfortunes. So miracle tales do work in the way of a placebo effect, especially seemingly impossible ones like bringing the physical body back to life after it has been buried for a long time.
By comparison, Buddhism is not an easy religion to sale for the average religious salesman. The Buddha is essentially saying, “Yeah dude, life is shit. You’re born and then you die with a lot of pain in-between.” For those who are shopping for a religion, Buddhism (early Buddhism, that is) doesn’t have any great miracle tales. What early Buddhism tells us is that the Buddha transcended the shit. The part of him, before his awakening, that was glomming onto the shit, found itself, after awakening, shit free. No longer would he lock onto and interface with a life of samsara expressed in and through the human body.
The problem with religions that rely on miracle tales, especially those which need an almighty god, they have to control the critical faculties of man’s spiritual nature that has the ability to accomplish what the Buddha accomplished. Such miracle religions find the enlightenment of the Buddha to be an anathema because it locates the absolute as transcending the world. Contrary to this, they need people to believe the absolute is in the world and will one day show up and make everything right. But it never does.
For Buddhism, the absolute is not something in the form of a miracle god or a creator god. It is the first-person that is absolute but is unable to recognize itself; so it attaches to things not itself in the belief they are itself. By doing so, it imprisons itself, continually. It lives a life of delusion going from one illusory condition to the next. It cannot awaken because it takes dreams to be reality. It it is completely inverted.