“LUGH LONG-ARM Now is a good time to tell story of Lugh or Lug and Tuatha de Danaan meeting with Eochaid who most say was Fir Bolg and some say may have been Milesian while others might say was a Fomorian.

"And there were then two doorkeepers at Tara, namely Gamal son of Figal and Camall son of Riagall. When one of these was on duty he saw a strange company coming towards him. A young warrior fair and shapely, with a king's trappings, was in forefront of that band. They told doorkeeper to announce their arrival at Tara. The doorkeeper asked: 'Who is there?'

'Here there is Lug Lamfada (i.e. Lug Long-Arm) son of Cian son of Diancecht and of Ethne daughter of Balor. Fosterson, he, of Tailltiu daughter of Magmor king of Spain {Iberia} and of Eochaid Rough son of Duach.’ (2)”

Doorkeep: 'What art or expertise do you bring? Nobody without sheepskin of highest university will enter here.' Following policy of all good administrations that seek to weed out those who might pretend to know and thus damage those who mistakenly think they are truly expert.

“Question me, kind sir. I am able to show greatest arts of doctor (leech, in his time)!” Lugh spoke with confidence and his fellows were aware this doorkeeper could not possibly ask relevant questions that would challenge knowledge of their leader.

Doorkeep: 'My good master and faithful Drucht is best of that noble profession or guild and we have no need of more.'

"Good then, perhaps he would like to learn about arts he can benefit your king by?" One of Lugh's band spoke in a challenging manner.

“Seamus, There is no need to worry about whether or not their leech is able to address complexities of body and its humours… Do you think your king would like a champion?" Lugh flexed and stood straight.

Doorkeep: 'Ogma is famous beyond rising and setting sun. If you know anything you know of his merit. Are you 'barbarians'?'

"Barbarians and experts are alike; they all come from far away with credentials and no detractors, proclaiming themself as wise or strong. Our Lugh has had such visit his court in lands far more ostentatious than this castle." Seamas spoke with rising disdain for bureaucrat who obviously had determined he was going to decide what only his king could determine.

"Allow me to engage good man without further interjection, Seamas! We all know importance of our mission and that failure to prove our merit with words might lead to having to use other means. Our Queen has instructed us to make every effort... Now, my good man, please forgive tone and tenor of Seamas… He actually enjoys taking heads off best of champions when we meet them… Perhaps you have an opening for a Harper?"

‘Your company is beginning to wear upon me… We have Rhea of Bicelmos whom faeries are beholden to.’ The doorkeep had moved to a safer position and made ready to deny entrance should they appear ready to move across drawbridge.

Terry Dashner…………Faith Fellowship Church PO Box 1586 Broken Arrow, OK 74013

Robert J. Hastings writes, “How does one understand sugar? I suppose he could do tremendous research on subject and become quite an authority. He could write volumes on history of sugar, where and how it is grown, how it is refined, various sugar products, number of people employed in sugar-related industries, tonnage produced, its economic value, and on and on.

“Or, one could go into laboratory and study its chemical makeup, becoming fluent in ‘sweet’ scientific terminology and formulas. But tasting a single grain of sugar will do more to explain what sugar really is and what it does than all textbooks ever written or laboratory experiments ever performed.”

To taste is to know.

Allow me to carry this topic further, please. How is it that a skilled neurologist can tell me every, detailed thing about my brain, but she cannot possibly know what’s on my mind? If neurologist conducts surgery on my brain, she can see and name all parts. She can diagnose, patch-up, and make a prognosis about my mental health, but she cannot know what’s in my mind. Why? Because there is more to me than what appears physically. I am a soul in a body because I am created in image and likeness of God. And God is Spirit.