"Over here," the old man called, as I stood in the doorway. He led me down a long hall to a room at the back of the sanctuary. In the corner, a stand held a thick scrapbook. He turned a few pages and pointed to a yellowed newspaper clipping pasted to the page. "Stolen Baby Jesus Home for Christmas", read the clipping. "What's this all about?" I asked the old man. "Finish the article and I'll get us some coffee," he said, disappearing into the hall. Why would someone steal a doll from a manger scene?, I wondered. And what could this possibly have to do with me?