There is a scene in The Matrix. Morpheus is held captive in a skyscraper, chained to a chair, interrogated by Agent Smith with two other Agents helping to guard him. Trinity and Neo come to rescue him, flying in a helicopter. They fly the chopper from the roof down to the room in the skyscraper where Morpheus is held, and Neo begins firing with a minigun — a Gatling gun in .30 caliber with six rotating barrels that spews out six thousand rounds per minute — 100 bullets every second.
The camera shifts during the rescue, as Neo is firing. From underneath the helicopter, we see spent shell casings from the Gatling gun plummeting to earth. There are uncounted thousands of the, falling like rain, like a torrential downpour.
One day while I was worshiping, God showed me that scene, as if I were watching the movie. But instead of spent shell casings, the there were broken chains. Uncountable thousands of broken chain links falling to earth.
That is God’s desire for his people. Chains of addiction and fear and anger that have held us back, broken and shattered in such numbers that they fall like rain, the noise of them like steel hail.