I read a description today of Moses’ crossing of the Red Sea as a baptism.
Perhaps it would be better put differently. Perhaps a better way to say it is that baptism is a re-enactment of the crossing of the sea.
I’m struck by this idea: that we go beneath the water, like the Egyptians, but we are raised up and out of the water like an Isrealite. It strikes me as a powerful picture of the transformation we experience through Jesus: going from a member of the empire to one of God’s people; going from a part of the problem to a part of the solution.