Soraya Goulart

In English:

She is me, and he is Jesus. It’s better to specify my character’s identity because I don’t know if my drawing makes it evident. According to my son, it’s ugly, but that’s okay; at least I can do something with Blender.

This is my favorite picture of Jesus. A picture that, in the eyes of the little girl I once was, offered hope and the assurance of unwavering protection. His arms are wide and always open, guarding my city which, years later, became one of the most violent and deadly cities on the planet because its residents forgot to look up.

I never believed in the theory that God is Brazilian. God is the King of all peoples, regardless of their nation, but I always knew that Brazil held a special place in His heart.

I’ve seen Jesus since my birth. My earliest memory of my friend dates back to a day when I was very cold in a hospital room. I must have been 3 or 4 years old, I think. Jesus came into my room and approached me with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen.

Jesus is a real presence in my life. He visits my house, resides in my heart, fills my entire being, occupies my mind, and holds my soul, my life, and all my intelligence. I belong to Him.