Since learning the point of the "telephone" game in grade school, I always thought that the surest way for "god" to give us any message was personally. Never getting one personally was a saddening thought as a child, but as I grew up it was more of a melancholy one. Maybe there simply isn't anyone on the other line. Then the silence wouldn't still be nagging me.
Then again, maybe we've externalized this classical creator "god" and expect a message from the outside and that's all wrong. Maybe, if we're open to it, we can get a personal experiential sense of the divine (whatever its nature) through the thoughts/emotions that motivate us to help one another, and the reciprocal joy that comes from it.