Some mornings we would like to cling to where we are, precarious as that may be. Movement seems improbable, a flight of fancy that some imaginative person made up, as we stay perched where we are. Stuck in our habitual positions of defensiveness or fear, our routines of anger and resentment, clothed in the nakedness of ashes we have chosen not to remove or release. Some mornings we would like to cling to where we are, precarious as that may be. Wisdom, grant us the courage to move again, to apologize for our hard-heartedness, to make amends, to reach out to one another with loving-kindness, to put down the barbed wire and militarized zones around our hearts and stretch into the unfamiliarity of a more generous, peaceful, and merciful world. Wisdom, such a world can only be if we do the heavy lifting, if we choose to move out of our fiercely angry speech and find fierce compassion and bold hearted labor for making that kinder world real. Some mornings we would like to cling to where we are, precarious as that may be. Wisdom, draw us out of our habitual places to which we cling and help us cultivate new habits of our heart, taking the faithful risks we and this world needs for hope, for love, and for joy. Amen.