Let it Go

2 Kings 2:1-12, Mark 9:2-9

You’ve got to let go.

Just let it go.

Right?

It’s the most popular advice set to music in this decade, as far as I can tell. Every three year old can sing it to you.

Let it go.

In the film that launched the inescapable song, “let it go” is a song of freedom from fear, from the tyranny of the “perfect” and the need to get everything right. It’s a song of living fully in spite of failure, hurt, and loneliness.

Letting it go doesn’t resolve the conflicts of the movie - an act of true love does that - but it’s a necessary and maybe revolutionary step for Elsa.

It’s advice that Idina Menzel should probably be singing to the main characters in a couple of today’s scripture stories.

Peter and Elisha both really need to learn to “let it go.”

Elisha’s been Elijah’s student for years now, and is probably Elijah’s heir as Israel’s greatest prophet.  But he’s not for a minute going to listen to his master’s instruction to stay home, mind the store, and get started on his own career. 

No, when Elijah sets out on his farewell tour, Elisha follows him to every stop. And at every stop the company of prophets makes a point of telling him that this is it; it’s time to let go.  

“You know he’s dying, right? It’s time for Elijah to go to God.”

“I know. Don’t talk about it!” says Elisha

He’s not even going to talk about letting go of Elijah.

So Elisha follows Elijah out across the Jordan River into the wilderness; begs for a guarantee that Elijah’s prophetic gifts will still be with him, and when Elijah is finally whisked to God in whirlwind and fire, strains his eyes to keep hanging on to that edge of glory.

Elisha has a powerful talent for holding on.

You can’t blame him, really.

Who among us is really eager to let a loved one go?  

To see the death of our most beloved, or the heroes we most admire?

And who among us is eager to snap the link that has guided us to God?

Elijah was all those things to Elisha, and more.

Elijah was the constant assurance that God chose Elisha, that God was taking care of us. Elijah was the inspiration, the excitement, the energy of God’s vision and plan.

And Elijah was the safety net, the trust that Elisha could come back home and get help if the prophet jobs were too big for him.

Elijah stood between Elisha and fear.

Really, who wants to let go of that, when you have it?

Not me.

But that’s what we’re supposed to do.

That’s the moral of Peter’s story, too. 

He’s up on a mountain, praying, with Jesus and James and John, and suddenly miracles happen.  Jesus shines blindingly bright, the two all-time greatest heroes of Israel are standing right there chatting with him, the glory and presence of God is unmistakable.  

It is that undeniably best brilliant moment that confirms that we got it right to be following this rabbi, that all the trouble so far has been worth it.

So Peter seizes that moment with both hands: “Let’s stay!  We’ll build houses!”

And with that, the moment ends.  The glory is swept away with a foggy, thunderous instruction from God to listen to Jesus, and the next thing Peter knows, he’s trudging down the mountain being told to keep his mouth shut.

It’s one of those truths we repeat in the church:
you might have a glorious experience of God - in fact, we’d like you to - but you can’t stay on the mountain top.

You’ve got to let it go.

Let go of that overwhelming confidence that God is in the house. Let go of that elation, that sense of presence, of awe, of connection. Let go of all that glorious assurance of God,

and go back to the messy uncertainty of the everyday world,

of trying to be faithful,

failing often,

and never sure that we’re getting it right.

It’s worth noting that the three disciples who get this moment of glory on the mountain top, this dazzling assurance that they’re getting it right, are the three disciples that most visibly mess up and fail in the rest of the story. Over and over again, they get Jesus’ mission and purpose all wrong, and Peter never seems to get his foot out of his mouth.

If that’s my alternative, I wouldn’t let go of the mountain-top glory, either.

But that’s what we’re supposed to do.

And we’re supposed to do it this week.

It’s something the church asks of us as we move from Epiphany to Lent.

We spend the weeks after Christmas focused on miracles and moments that reveal God with us - God powerful enough to heal all hurts, God exciting enough to change your life, God vivid enough to fill the earth with good news - God standing between us and fear, or failure.

And then we stop.  

We drop into Lent and have to get real about our limitations, our crippling wounds, our petty selfishnesses. We have to face our fear, and we have to fail.

Because if we never let go of our comfort with God, if we never let go of our divine safety net, we can’t be ready for Easter.
We have to let go, so that when Resurrection turns the world upside down, we’re free to fly with it, not stuck tight to just one way of being with God.

So we’ll party a bit today at Calvary, celebrating Mardi Gras - in it’s own way a great festival of letting go.

We don’t have to abandon the rules as thoroughly in the fellowship hall as one might do in the French Quarter, but the original form of Mardi Gras and “Carnival” - carne vale, farewell to meat - are a festival of fullness and abundance, meant to boost us into letting go:

Letting go of present glory, of success and assurance,

in order to embrace our limits, accept our past failure and our future fears,

so that we make ourselves vulnerable to God’s healing love.

That’s what Idina Menzel and my niece and nephews sing about, after all. Letting go of the way fear binds us.  Living fully - in the song as in our faith - embraces glory and failure and pain, and lets it go.

You can learn it from Disney or you can learn it from the Bible.

Either way, we’re supposed to do it - this week, or whenever God calls us - because that letting go is our first step toward healing love.

So today, let’s party.  Let’s live right out to the edge of glory,

and then let it go.