A short story about a statistician who believes in the second coming of Christ and looks for it in the statistical correlations between the events and people's reactions to those events (e.g. "14% of college-educated housewives believe in stronger repressive measures against the drug-culture, 51% of working class males above the median salary believe television is a government plot"). Presumably, he's looking for spikes in certain types of correlations which could signal His arrival.. He gets so obsessed that his marriage suffers ("my wife says, 'you're just a cold-hearted statistician who only sees people as numbers and trends'") along with his professional life ("simple statistical errors, flaws of computation a child would not have made, misplacement of median and mode" and "today I missed an entire distribution curve").

His obsession leads him to suspect that He might show up as a regular character in his daily life and half-believes the crazed beggar into whom he runs during lunch hour one day might be Jesus. Turns out that the crazed beggar really was a lunatic; the beggar attacks him without reason, putting him out of commission for a few days. After that, the statistician starts leading a normal life but then has a new vision... he sees Christ in the statistical fact that 47% of Dayton, Ohio, does not believe in the teachings of any of the various Churches...