On the edge of town, a meteor streaks across the awakening sky, vanishing behind the pines. In its crater, a baby wrapped in a homespun quilt lies quietly, his blue eyes reflecting the dawn. Soon, Jonathan Kent, a gentle farmer with a deep faith and a worn Book of Mormon in his pocket, discovers the child. "Martha, come quick," he calls, voice trembling with awe and wonder.
Martha Kent, nurturing and wise, takes the foundling into her arms. They name him Clark, after a prophet from ancient scripture. As he grows, Clark excels in school and seminary, his kindness and humility as remarkable as his mysterious strength. "Remember, Clark, the Lord gives us gifts for a reason," she reminds him after he lifts a tractor to save a neighbor’s dog.
Clark, now a teenager, sits quietly with Jonathan as the bishop speaks about service and sacrifice. Torn between his powers and his desire for a normal life, Clark confides his fears. "Dad, what if my differences keep me from belonging?" "Son, Zion is built by those who serve with their whole heart, no matter where they come from," his father assures him, squeezing his shoulder.
Late one night, Clark kneels alone, praying for guidance. A gentle warmth envelops him, and he feels a whisper in his heart: his strength is a stewardship. The next day, he dons a simple suit and tie, determined to serve as a missionary. When his first act of heroism—saving a family from a flash flood—spreads through town, he is dubbed the "Guardian of Zion."
Lex Luthor, a wealthy entrepreneur and former member of the faith, returns to town, skeptical of miracles and suspicious of Clark. He challenges Clark in public, questioning his motives and true nature. "People worship you, but do you even belong here?" "I belong where I can help others, Lex. That’s all that matters," Clark replies, unwavering.
Clark, now fully embracing both his heritage and faith, bears his testimony from the pulpit. "No matter where we come from, we all have a purpose in Zion. I know my gifts are meant to serve," he says, voice steady. As the congregation bows their heads, the spirit of unity and acceptance fills the room, and Clark finally feels at home—both as a son of Krypton and a brother in Zion.
