Baptism is a tomb. A tomb into which the old man is lowered as water cascades all around. His desires and dominion brought to their drenched end. His sin forever trapped, never to gaze in accusation again. Baptism is a tomb.
Baptism is a womb. A womb from which a new man is raised up as water refreshes each inch of new life. Sin is no longer the reigning regent. He is free to walk in righteousness and innocence. In this freedom he remains. Baptism is a womb.
