I worked for years with a chap we called 'Rovey Dave'. He was a JW and he quickly accepted that we didn't want to be 'saved' or even discuss our varying religions. In return we chose not to push him on one or two things some of us took very seriously.
Dave was good worker and a pragmatic chap, so it worked out well enough.
On our night crew we had a general rule of no religion or politics. We had a lot to do in a short and fixed time, so no room for anyone who got in a huff and wouldn't pull his weight. That worked well rather well too.
But Dave had us in quiet stitches with the following tale.
"I was driving the minibus with twelve others in the back, on the way to a meeting. There was a car crash in front of us which blocked the road for a while. Nobody badly injured, but lots of bent metal.
"One of the drivers rushed over, pulled open the side door and said 'I need a witness'. You should have seen his face when all thirteen of us started laughing out loud."
In case you're wondering... Our 'Resident Jew' asked him if he objected to his nickname. "No. In fact I quite like it. It shows you've accepted me as one of you lot here at work."
Gyppo