of being stuck in the Matrix. I would thus interact with the world largely as an angry, terrified eight-year-old. I became a prisoner within the Matrix. A good portion of the next two decades of my life was spent avoiding the feeling of shame, hiding my fears, and expressing my rage. To this extent I was defined by my dysfunctional, alcoholic father and not by our Father in heaven. The magnificent efficiency of my brain was working as God designed, but it was working against me. As long as these