Crypto: (adj) secret or hidden, as in “a crypto Nazi.”
What a cool word.
Of course, I’ll never be able to use it. If I applied it in an everyday situation, people would say, “What do you mean by that?”
Then I’d find myself in that state of trying to explain something, defending myself on why I decided to use it. No thanks.
But for the sake of this article, I will tell you that I do believe in Jesus, but I am a crypto Christian.
No one could be more reluctant than I am to admit to being a part of such a disorganized organization, and unloving ministry of love.
I guess I’m a crypto male, too.
I just don’t buy into all the myths about the human penis, domination, superiority and winning the dame by flattering the hell out of her.
Some people might consider me a crypto American because I don’t join a political party. I learned a long time ago to never go to a party that doesn’t serve refreshments.
In some ways I’m a crypto writer. It doesn’t mean I can’t write. It means that I find the snotty, bratty people who edit and publish to be restricting—kind of like that suit I bought when I was twenty-five, which I really liked but was two sizes too small so I never got a chance to button it.
But I will never admit to being a crypto human.
Religion wants to make humans faltering sinners. Secularists want to make them individualistic gods.
I know what it means to be a human.
It means discovering your weaknesses but working through them to discover your strengths.