COME UNTO ME | Kenneth Pobo At five, I accepted sad-eyed, Stockholmy Christ pictured in my Sunday school room as my savior. Jesus-a Jew? Who knew? When he killed a fig tree in a fit of pique, no teacher said, "Hey, lighten up dude." They believed his miracles- Jesus, walking on the Baltic Sea, causing a sensation all the way to Sweden. Loving him, like getting a good business deal. Most of the congregation bought new cars, new gadgets-- their kids, we hung out in malls.