By Rae Burnett

I could feel the darkness and death in the air as we entered the Burundi prison yard. I knew the strength of the enemy was being held back by the power of Christ.

Locked in behind massive 20-foot high walls, more than 500 ragged prisoners stared as armed guards forged a way through. They looked tough and foreboding, but as I smiled and waved, many dropped their masks and smiled back.

As we continued past another walled area toward the heart of the compound, I was met with singing. Three dancers—poorly, but ceremonially dressed—led me into the center of a circle of more than 1,000 men, women and children who had gathered to see the woman who dared to enter this frightful place.