Because of this single barnyard scene, we are now beholden of God, our heads pressed against his bosom as a called out community of little ones, crying out to suckle. And, to a parent, not even our worst smells could make them love us any less.

  Our story takes place in the Everyday.   It is filled with the ordinary. It is a story of dusty villages far from the centers of power.   It is a story in which ordinary, everyday things happen. People work hard. A couple decides to get married. A priest takes his turn at the…