When the foundations are being destroyed, what can the righteous do? Psalm 11:3

This day a pillar's fallen, that did support the holy rafters of fair Zion's court;
A great colossae, whose marble shoulders bore so large a share,
That even the sacred floor did startle, and her consecrated wall did shake and tremble at the sudden fall;
Our pillar's down, that pillar which became by day,
our Israel's cloud,
By night her flame:what eye that loves our Zion can behold such ruins, and yet hold?
Francis Quarles

The wait for Christ's return is a long one, and each age has moments when the righteous wonder what is going on. Malcolm Muggeridge (died 1990) was a cultural prophet if ever there was one, and willingly waded into the swamp of cultural change, doing his brilliant best to provide perspective.

"How I envy the historian who, looking back across the centuries at the decline and fall of our Western civilization, as Gibbon did on that of Rome, will remark on how, as we systematically destroyed or allowed to be destroyed, all the values and restraints of the Christian way of life which we had inherited, we remained convinced that each innovation, each new assault on marital fidelity, on the sanctity of the home and the responsibilities of parenthood, was bound to be conducive to our well-being and enlightenment."

Where was it all headed? The following is Muggeridge's read on the world and where it was headed.
 
"...Western Man, having wearied of the struggle to be himself, has decided to abolish himself. Creating his own boredom out of his own affluence, his own impotence out of his own erotomania, his own vulnerability out of his own strength; himself blowing the trumpet that brings the walls of his own city tumbling down."

"Convincing himself that he is too numerous, and laboring accordingly with pill and scalpel and syringe to make himself fewer in order to fall an easier prey to his enemies. Until at last having educated himself into imbecility and drugged and polluted himself into stupefaction, he keels over, a weary battered or brontosaurus, and becomes extinct."

That is a grim assessment indeed. Did he ultimately give in to despair? Not exactlly. Muggeridge concludes this way...

"God never abandons us. However somber the darkness, His light still shines, and however full the air may be of the drooling of Muzak, and the cackling of Newzak, truth will make itself heard, and shall make us free."

"I think of Augustine in Carthage when the news came that Rome had been sacked and the great Roman Empire was nearing its end. If it be so, he told his flock, it is only what happened to Sodom; men build cities and destroy them, but there is also the City of God which they did not build and which they cannot destroy. So it is today."

"I am an old man, already past the allotted three score and ten years and, as the old do, I quite often wake up in the night, half out of my body, so that I see between the sheets the old battered carcass I shall soon be leaving for good, and in the distance a glow in the sky, the lights of Augustine's City of God."

"Let me, in conclusion, pass on two extraordinarily sharp impressions which accompany this condition. The first is of the incredible beauty of our earth, it colors and shapes and smell and creatures; of the enchantment of human love and companionship, of the fulfillment of human work and human procreation."

"The second, a certainty surpassing all words and thought, that as an infinitesimal particle of God's creation I am a participant in His purposes, which are loving and not malign, creative and not destructive, orderly and not chaotic- and in that certainty a great peace and a great joy."

David in Psalm 11 is calmed by this truth...

The Lord is in his holy temple; the Lord is on his heavenly throne. Psalm 11:4

In other words, all is well.