Even if you went out and searched the whole world for a master – some guru, some holy man – to tell you how to say your Jesus Prayer properly, what good would it do you? How in the hell are you going to recognize a legitimate holy man when you see one if you don’t even know a cup of consecrated chicken soup when it’s right in front of your nose? Can you tell me that?
– J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
Franny is home from college and in the midst of a sort of spiritual breakdown. Her big brother, Zooey, is attempting to offer some advice – but it’s not the kind of Chicken Soup for the Soul that we’re accustomed to. She’s looking for big answers, and he refuses to give them. What small graces have you found recently? What consecrated cups of chicken soup have you been served?