Just three days before he was due to graduate from college, my friend Raymund was detained for seven years, accused of a murder he never comitted. Instead of succumbing to depression, he taught his inmates math, grammar, reading and writing. He even wrote a book regarding the national criminal justice system. He found himself and his God.
I can identify myself with him when I was confined in a small room due to sickness. I felt the whole gamut of sorrows of the human heart. These raw feelings came as I learned to let go of my old notion that God would take in against me for being so inquisitive. Painting Him led me to believe that He is with me despite His seeming absence. As I painted this youth in jail, it was as though I was looking at myself in a mirror.