An amazing moment of opportunity, of receptivity to the Gospel, was squandered at that time. Fervent young Christians by the millions were psychologically eunuched, neutered, rendered harmless by a near-lethal dose of apocalyptic hysteria. By the time we'd finished making fools of ourselves, and bringing reproach to the name of our Lord, the window of opportunity had closed.
Bad theology is a very harsh taskmaster. In some ways, I'm still trying to repair the damage done to my career by the kind of rotten eschatology that transforms those who love Jesus into unpaid cheerleaders for the other team.
OTOH, good theology is a liberating force. Winners and lovers will continue shaping the futre, even as whiners and losers try to predict it. At last count one exemplar of that genre, an abortionist of the Jesus Movement and pedlar of "prophetic" profit, was on marriage number four. Apparently, he recycled books and marriages as each was overtaken by time. I'm praying regularly for his conversion, now.