ONE SOS CAME from a little church in Simi Valley, about 50 miles northwest of where I live in California. While setting up the church’s Nativity figures, parishioners had crunched the lower lip of one of the sheep, made a big dent in the back of the baby Jesus’ arm and broken the fingers on the Mary. I rushed over and got everything patched up in time for their midnight mass. Another time, a church in Whittier called because one of their statues had fallen off the wall and been completely smashed to pieces. I put it all together again.