On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me three French hens…
French Hens were very expensive during the 16th century, and thus are symbolic of the three costly gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh given by the wise men (Matt. 2:10-11). An alternate significance is symbolism depicting the value of the three Christ virtues, faith, hope, and charity (sacrificial love) (1 Cor. 13:13). Other forms of the song use the French Hens to symbolize the three persons of the trinity.
Instead of wishing or hoping for something to happen, a believer knows that their hope is solid, concrete evidence because it is grounded in the Word of God and we know that God cannot lie (Heb 6:18; Num 23:19).
How does he “know”? Knowledge is not faith. Hope that faith is true. That is the human predicament. The other half believes that faith makes them right, not wrong. Yet, still, the human soul toils to prove its worth to a god whose word is encrypted and cloaked in mysterious myths of old, based on fear and the need to believe that God CANNOT lie. There’s not mention of whether he wants to our not. If we are truly created in his image, then how could he not lie to us? How could he be anything but like us? No one ever talks of this because they want to use their belief to exclude others. They want their place in line to be sucked up like a deposit in a bank tube to going straight to heaven.
Drive-thru banking for Heaven
That’s your soul being sent up to God, or to Mars, take your pick. I’m still not clear on how his fallen angel got away from him and why he wants the wasteland we’re leaving so much.
Three days til the first Christmas without my father. I’m not sure about any of this, but I’ll accept the three French hens from my true love whenever he finds me right where God left off…