In my church study sits a coffee cup, the contents of which looks like about a dozen Silly Putty eggs were cracked open and plopped in there. The big wad of putty was given to me years ago by my brother, who told me squeezing it while I worked would relieve tension and build hand strength. I cannot say I use it much for that, but it does get used most every week. Trying to occupy children while I’m speaking to their parents in my study, I often ask them if they would like to play with it. They love flattening it out on the table in my study or rolling it into balls. Some even come in now and ask, “Pastor York, can I play with your putty?”
The putty does serve another purpose. It reminds me of human plasticity.