It doesn’t really matter that Moses was chosen to lead the Hebrews out of Egypt. It doesn’t matter who he was or that his name was Moses. His name could’ve been Jesus or Joseph, and it would all mean the same thing.
That as with the Hebrew midwives, (and the Egyptian people) who the Pharaoh told to kill all (Hebrew) sons born, Moses’ mother disobeyed the wickedness of man (by hiding her son in a small ark on the river). And by upholding the rightness of His way, even before any Commandments were born, Moses was delivered by God, to eventually deliver others.
It doesn’t matter about a Hebrew or an Egyptian either, because they were all Egyptians and Hebrews. What matters is that when we claim to serve God, we are tasked with answering the call of God and being the vessel through which He works. We are nothing.
The minute we get caught up in pride and ego for what God has shown us, we literally find ourselves enslaved, as with Joseph. The minute we get caught up in names and stories and races and locations, we have created a false reality that is the hell of Satan, in separation from God. The devil is in the details they say, and he’s always looking to cause hatred and ego and pride by causing confusion. His gospel is one of separation and division, whereas God is always the bigger picture. Zoom out and snap out of it; the phone is ringing.
But Peter and the *other apostles answered and said: “We ought to obey God rather than men. The God of our fathers raised up Jesus whom you murdered by hanging on a tree.”