 Every generation looks to be distinct, yet we all share common traits, and we all are doing our best to make sense of the world we find ourselves in, to change it, to better it. We want to be faithful and we want to be strong. But when our story intersects with another's, and we join together, united with family and friends and connected with enemies and those who have hurt us, we try to make sense of these things. We try to make sense of each other's shortcomings, and we try to make sense of the pain in the world and wonder what faith even matters. Are you steadfast? What does that mean?