Time: The night of Holy Saturday
Place: A village in rural Greece
In the plaza outside the village church, the folklorist waits, along with the gathered villagers, for midnight, when the priest will come to the door and announce the resurrection of Christ.
The folklorist turns to the old, black-shawled yiayia (grandma) standing beside him.
Soon Christ will have risen, he says.
I hope so, she replies earnestly. Otherwise, we'll have no bread to eat this year.
Several things strike me about this story, which is a true story or, at least, was told to me as true.
First, the (one gathers, distinct) possibility that this year Christ might not rise.
Second, the conviction that the god's rising, or lack thereof, will affect the health of the crops.