Sammy, a wide-eyed eight-year-old with tousled hair, sits cross-legged on his bed clutching a worn comic book. He glances up at a gleaming poster of Jesus among his superheroes, pondering the day ahead. His voice trembles with excitement as he whispers, "If I could choose any superhero, I’d want someone who’s always there for me… like Jesus."

Sammy approaches, noticing Maya, his shy friend, being teased. He hesitates, remembering stories of courage from Sunday school. He steps forward, his heart pounding, and says, "Hey, let’s all be kind—Jesus always stood up for people, even when it was tough." The crowd quiets, sensing his sincerity.

Sammy grabs the ball just in time, his cheeks flushed with adrenaline. He feels a surge of warmth, as if invisible arms protect him. "Thank you, Jesus, for keeping me safe," he mutters, clutching the ball to his chest.

Sammy leans over and encourages her, "Don’t worry, Maya. Jesus loves everyone, especially when we’re feeling down. Your card will make someone smile, I know it." A gentle smile breaks across Maya's face, hope flickering in her eyes.

Sammy gazes at the poster of Jesus, feeling a deep sense of peace. He hugs his pillow, whispering, "You’re my superhero, Jesus. You help me be brave, kind, and safe. I want to be like you every day."

Sammy takes a deep breath, his heart light. He knows that with Jesus as his superhero, no challenge is too great, and every day is a new adventure waiting to unfold. With a smile, he rushes toward his friends, ready to share kindness and hope.