Mark Gibson spent 46 years learning how to hold his own life together. Then, on the evening of August 13, 2024, alone in a dark room full of questions, he met the living Christ, and everything he thought he was dissolved.
It took about sixty minutes. He came downstairs the old man and went back up the new one. Guilt, shame, and the feeling of never being enough were not buried or managed. They were gone.
Everything he wrote ends in the same place: Jesus, alive, and asking to be known. The story is only worth reading because of where it lands.