As a baby-boomer, I went through the pre-1975 BS without giving it any credence.
Even as a youngster, my mind said: "If Jesus said that no man knows the day or hour, then why the H is everyone saying that A is coming in Oct. 1975?" and I left as a teen.
For whatever insane reason, I was convinced to return a number of years later, and sadly, got dunked.
MAJOR FAUX PAS.
In previous posts, I have mentioned my endearing love of great rock (God bless rock and roll), esp. my teen faves BTO, etc.
Attending this concert ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YukhsMPHvvo ) and watching Fred Turner's fingers drive me crazy, as one of my children has music in his soul and the fingers of a protégé.
I hate that this cult destroys the orgasmic satisfaction that comes from the giving and receiving of pleasure from each others' developed or natural talents or gifts.
God bless rock and roll.