At work last evening, there was a pen on my desk that said on the side, “Jesus is Light Daryl and Barbara.” It was clearly a favor from some pair of zealots’ wedding.
Slightly cool about this pen: the top quarter of the pen was a clear plastic cylinder with what appeared to be a DNA helix in it (ironic, right??!), and there was a little button below the clear plastic part that, when pushed, lit up the little DNA helix with this lovely bluish light.
But to me, there was no dispute about whether or not to keep and use the pen. The punishable “Jesus is Light” is far too corny to grace my coffee cup full of pens.
So I gave the pen to the boy who sits in the cubicle on the other side of my cubicle’s wall who does–in earnest–believe that Jesus is Light.
Later, I found that my other colleague left it on my desk, thinking that I’d have a quandary: the pen is cool, it lights up. The pen is uncool, it’s about jesus. Keep it? Get rid of it?
If I had know that part of the story, I might have kept it as a souvenir of the fact that somebody besides me had put that much thought into my pen taste.