On Mixing Prednisone with Pascha

Dear John,

 

It's Pascha tonight and I'm at home. Bah, humbug.

 

This is a triumph of self-control. I'm beating the bronchitis and doing the prednisone taper. But staying up until 4 AM while I'm tapering would be suicidal. I want to be there so bad that I was considering throwing caution and sense to the winds and going. But, as the sun went down, I started having trouble breathing and needed the rescue inhaler. So I texted Father and went to bed. Bah, humbug.

 

The resurrection, however, happens no matter where I am. And this is a very joyful Pascha for me. I've been celebrating all day with a joy that makes me feel like I'm going to burst something somewhere. Christ is risen and death is defeated. Christ is risen and life reigns. Christ is risen and not one dead remains in a tomb. Christ is risen and we have hope. Christ is risen  - you know the fullness of that and I know it in part. Christ is risen!

 

Christ is risen! Truly, He is risen!

Joan.