It doesn't really matter if there was a virgin birth or if someone could walk on water for me to believe that divinity (or human capacity for it) somehow exists.
To put it in Dostoevsky's words:
"s'il n'existait pas Dieu il faudrait l'inventer. And true enough, man has invented God. What is so strange and extraordinary is not that God really exists but that such a thought -- the very idea of the necessity of God -- should have occurred to a vicious wild animal like man, for that concept is so holy, so touching, and so wise that is does man too much honor."
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I'd been so proud about being smarter and more inquisitive for some truth that I became unkind. Wanting to be smart, and being curious are certainly good things and a part of my concept of (and the pursuit/bidding of) God, but love and humility are essential.
So to be more like Jesus...