Is there a theology of Chicken Noodle Soup?
As I’m sitting here eating some of my yummy soup it occurred to me that there may be, in fact, a theology of Chicken Noodle Soup. Every single time I’m sick I think that perhaps I should have some.
And I’m not sure why.
Am I old fashioned? Is this a wive’s tale? Does it really work? Is it for my own personal peace of mind? Do I see Jesus’ face (or Mary’s) in my noodles (j/k……!!!)?
What is it about the noodles of chicken that get me every time?
[Image from Su-Lin]