There is a deeply Catholic sense of hope in standing on history’s shore watching a major wave break while sensing another building, barely visible, on the horizon.

Carl Hétu has watched the disappearance of Christians in the Middle East by the thousands. Lately, he’s begun to wonder if he’s seeing it begin in Canada, too.

Something’s topsy-turvy when a Canadian Christian couple must go to court to clear their names because they refused to lie on the State’s orders.

Beneath Canadians’ cringing at Justin Trudeau’s embarrassing Indian amble, there seemed charitable hope he could use the debacle for hard reflection on the difference between image and reality.

Prudence counsels against turning the #MeToo movement into an epic of #IToldYouSo. Nor is there room, among Christians especially, for schadenfreude as the sexual revolution ends in the disgusting morass we long knew it would.

There is something seriously laughable, but also laughably serious, about former Facebook bosses bemoaning the global damage caused by social media giants.

In the hatches-battening critical storm that crested over Governor-General Julie Payette’s recent derision toward religious believers, where, I ask, was the gratitude?