Yesterday I introduced a series on baptism. And I’ve not yet figured out how to organize my many thoughts on the subject. I only know that I want to begin with my favorite description of baptism:
Baptism is a play in which the participant reenacts the story of Jesus while at the same time claiming it as his own story.
“Don’t you know that all of us who were baptized into Christ Jesus were baptized into his death? We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of the Father, we too may live a new life.” — Romans 6:3-4
Baptism is a play. A performance. A production, if you will.* And Christians are the performers. In baptism we act out the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ for all to see. In baptism we declare that the story of Jesus is true.
But Jesus’s is not the only story being recounted. In baptism I publicly proclaim that his story is also my own. I declare to all that I myself have died to sin, been buried with Christ, and am being raised to live as a new creation.
Baptism is a play about two deaths, two burials, and two resurrections.