B-52s, the 1960s, and fundamentals

Three thoughts on this bright, promising Thursday morning, as has become customary:
              1.  I read with great interest about a recently declassified report which tells the story of a United States Air Force B-52 bomber which broke up over North Carolina in 1961, carrying two nuclear bombs, one of which failed to detonate for mere technical reasons.  As I've been reading Thomas Merton's musings on the emerging cold war and nuclear proliferation around the same time, I have at times rolled my eyes with what seems like melodramatic theoretical concern for the dangers created by man's proclivity for catastrophic violence.  Timely reminder of this reality indeed.
             2.  Last night, I watched a short talk that Francis Schaeffer gave regarding the disillusionment of many young people with affluence and self-absorption in the 1960s.  It was very interesting to see him come to many of the same conclusions that I have reached on my own.  Particularly, that many of those young people were really seekers.  They just didn't find what they sought.  It seems that this is the reality of the current human condition as well.  Ever the need for poets and mystics increases.  For they endeavor to shine a light in the darkness which assists the wandering soul with finding his way back to God.
             3.  Listened to a remarkable interview with moral psychologist Jonathan Haidt.  He discusses the purification (polarization) of political ideology and what that means, identifying it as increasingly manifesting itself in the times post 1960.  Make me wonder more and more, what happened - what shifted at that point in time?  He also speaks of the need to seek out our commonalities.  Curiously, he sees the good in faith from a seeming purely utilitarian perspective.  Communal cohesion and empirical stability.  That is like appreciating that concert goers bring money to your downtown, but completely missing out on the poetry of the music they've come to listen to. 
I'll leave you with the third stanza from Come, Thou Fount of Every Blessing, which has spoken to me a great deal lately.  Peace be with you on this day.
O to grace how great a debtor
daily I'm constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter,
bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
prone to leave the God I love;
here's my heart, O take and seal it,
seal it for thy courts above.


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