Believe what you will, but many of us have direct experience with God. Despite the fact that you don't believe elephants are possible, I've been to the zoo.
Honestly, that wasn't Me you had an experience with, and personal revelation is strictly a personal thing. There's no shortage of people in this world with "direct experience" of other gods (boo), aliens, sinister governmental agents, demons and whatever other junk they heard about on Discovery. And please don't equate belief in Me with elephants. Elephants in a zoo are an easily verifiable proposition and as such require little in the way of faith. I am pretty much invisible and will be whatever my believers want me to be.
When I intervene in this world I leave behind no clear evidence of divine action. For thousands of years people have felt the need to arm-up and enforce my will, or kill each other over minutiae. Do they not think that I'd be doing that myself if I really was bothered by women showing too much ankle or by guys who like it up the pooper? I was not made by humanity, but in the absence of clear instructions and a description of me, certainly my multifarious images are. The fun part is in dying and finding out what I'm really like, which incidentally in your case won't be too soon. Treat people right and don't get too hung up on the bowing and scraping. There'll be plenty of time to ask me questions when you're dead, and certainly at that point you want to have some pretty good answers when I ask "what did you do to make yourself and your fellow man happy?"
All seems condemned in the long run to approximate a state akin to Gaussian noise. -- James Martin