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A week before celebrating the Resurrection, we had the resurrection of Resurrection.

When Dr. Cathy Ferrier was announced as the by the Catholic Civil Rights League last week, she responded with the deep grace familiar to all who know her.

Calls for reinvigorating religious public life within our seeming secular monoculture have traditionally relied heavily on morally grounded arguments.

Our small English-language parish in a borough of Montreal is hardly a hot bed of serious surprises. Recently, though, we received some rather hard news.

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

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

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

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