I once got egged in Africa. It’s not what you’re thinking. Getting egged in Canada is supremely unpleasant – a raw egg, sometimes rotten, hurled at you with contempt. It stings. It humiliates. That’s never happened to me, and I hope it never does. Getting egged in Africa was very different. It was not humiliating, but humbling. It did sting, I’ll admit that, but in a deep-down healing way. Let me explain. I was preaching in a church in rural Kenya. The people were mostly poor