I think a lot about human beings as creatures in my work in the hospital. I see the most basic animalistic functions happen: screams of pain, gasping for breath, bleeding.
I have never thought about asking God to "save the creature whom you have fashioned from clay", because that slides too close to asking for a miracle. But as I reflect on this Advent, I wonder if "saving" is much bigger than I might imagine. Saving might mean just saving from this life. It could mean death. I need to sit with this idea a little more.
O Rex Gentium, O King of Nations, you created us from the beginning of all that is. Come and save us. O Rex Gentium, O King of Nations. Come.