I am learning that God is a real person, not a philosophy that we do 
rituals in church about and sing for.  If it weren't for Him, you and I 
could not reach out and physically touch.  The Lord put Moses into a 
cleft of a rock and showed him his backside since no one can see His 
face and live because Eve ate the forbidden fruit.  Then, between The 
Holy Spirit and Mary, He took on physical flesh and was given the name 
Jesus.  There was a real town called Bethlehem in Israel, just like 
there is Denver Colorado in the USA.   There was a real stable with 
it's animals, hay and manure, and real baby that, if I had been there, 
I could have held in my arms, just like I've held some of my nieces and 
nephews soon after they came home from the hospital where they had come 
out of the mother's womb.  I'm curious as to what His voice sounded 
like when He was a grown man, the feel of his hands as He ministered to 
the people.  And when He died on a man-made cross, He shed real, 
physical blood.  So when I proclaim that His blood covers me, that's 
not a philosophy either.

Since we had been made in God's image, He does have emotions, just as I 
do.  I can read about His Compassion, patience and Anger in the old 
Testament, and the same compassion, joy and sorrow  Jesus felt during 
his ministry, and the agony as He approached the day when He would be 
sacrificed through brutal torture and Crucifixion.

Now we wait for a physical risen Lord to come and the creation of a 
real, new Earth.  That helps me to more readily accept why I should go 
to church, read the Bible and pray.  It is also helping me to come out 
of my morbid feelings that I had associated with God.