The language of God

I was a nuclear reactor oprerator in the Navy. I controlled the rate of something called a fission reaction. The world has seen this reaction twice in an uncontrolled state in 1945 at Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I could not see the reaction; I could only see its effects. I knew it was happening because of things I could measure - temperature and pressure to be specific. God created the universe and all that is in it. We will never know what that incredible moment looked like this side of heaven, but it could very well have been a very big bang. Our own Sun is a continuous nuclear reaction - it is known as fusion, something man has not been able to sustain or control. But I was trained to control fission. In a sense, it is the language of God. I controlled the release of energy from fission; used it to create steam that pushed a massive submerged ship through the ocean . . . I quite literally had the power in the palm of my hand. God's voice is in that reaction - in that power. I heard him very clearly. It is not in words that I could put to paper . . . not all of the words that God speaks can be penned. Nonetheless, it is a language I understood and still understand. It allows me to rest assured that God is in complete control and that faith - my faith - is a verb, an action - it is something I act upon and rely on. My last two pastors have spoken of a spiritual language that is available to all believers and allows us to converse with him in spirit. I believe in that gift. I have heard others speak it and can feel the Spirit of God in their voices. I have prayed for it. I am now beginning to realize that maybe, just maybe, not all the languages we can talk to God with in the Spirit involve words of any kind. I am not sure if any other nuclear reactor operator has ever experienced God through the switch that controls the fission reaction, but I have and it sustains me to this day and I know that it will sustain me to my very last day on Earth.