White buffalo: What's our sign?

A tribe in South Dakota is making pilgrimages to a farm where a white buffalo, considered a good sign, was born. It made me think of the countless other pilgrimages I've read about -- people traveling to shrines or trekking to pray in front of buildings where, it was said, the face of the Virgin Mary was smeared. Though I admire that kind of faith -- what sustenance in bad times! -- I don't find any solace in them. I think of The Creator as something more elusive, certainly not someone who will show sign of existence in grilled cheese sandwiches