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Sophie Elliot

My name is Sophie & I am recent graduate of Impact195. When I was six years old I decided I was going to be a missionary when I grew up. By age fifteen I was a drug addict with an eating disorder. That year I had been pregnant and miscarried, I witnessed my sister attempt to take her life and I took care of my grandma as she got diagnosed with cancer and died within a month. I smoked pot sun up to sun down every day and became addicted to prescription painkillers. I continued down this path of self-destruction until I was nineteen years old. I got to a place where I was praying “lord take me tonight because I don’t want to be here in the morning.” But God is good and He was relentless to show me His redeeming love. Last year He brought me to Impact195 to pursue the commitment I made to him at age six. God used this program to change my life. In term two we spent a week studying the book of Nehemiah. Nehemiah 1:4 say’s “When I heard these things I sat down and wept, for some days, I mourned and fasted and prayed before the God of heaven.” Nehemiah had found a burden much greater than Himself. One day during term 3 Scott was teaching from the book of Romans and the teaching had me questioning something I’ve believed my whole life. I thought that people who don’t hear the gospel before they die get some kind of “free pass” to heaven. However that day I was faced with a harsh reality…they don’t go to heaven. Jesus says the only way to the father is through me. In an instant I had found a burden much greater than myself. I couldn’t make it to my next class; I went out to the parking lot and sat in my car for the next two hours, weeping. I had never been so distraught in my entire life. I wept as I thought of a woman in Africa who had been raped repeatedly throughout life and murdered before she heard the name Jesus, and the young boy who was born into a war torn country who fell victim to the violence and was killed before he heard of the Savior, and the prostitute in Asia who has to sell her body for sex as a means to survive and takes drugs in order to degrade herself to that level who ends up overdosing before she knows there is a hope. I had a broken heart for the lost. My mind couldn’t manage to make sense of it all. I thought about the death rate, that someone dies about every 2 seconds, and I thought of the percentage of the world that is unreached, and the percent of the church that are global missionaries. You’ll find those numbers don’t add up right. This created a sense of urgency in me. I needed to do something about & to do something NOW. I have my citizenship in heaven - I’m good. I’ve received my passport - they haven’t. The world needs to know they have a Savior! Romans 10:14 says “How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?” Tomorrow I get to go to Jeremie, Haiti with a team of fourteen to love on the orphans and the widows. I get to be used by God to bring the lost the hope of Jesus Christ. I’m so incredibly blessed by this group of people who I can sincerely call family after going through this past year together. They share that same heart for the lost. And whether it’s physically going to the unreached to preach, or interceding in prayer for the lost and the missionaries, or being the one to financially support and send the missionaries…they have all laid there lives down in submission to the Lord to fulfill His will to reach every nation with the good news. They have been such a blessing to me and I love each and every one of them more than words can describe.