Mangoes?

(Our mangoes were like the ones in the lower left corner)

     Last year when I went to Nicaragua, we had a team of 15 people and we were split into smaller ministry  groups of five people.  Each team had their own name: one was team Loco and another was team Salsa.  My small team of five was called "team mango”.  This name was chosen at random and really did not have sentimental meaning to my team; however, on our first day there, we went out and did prayer walks through the small neighborhoods and the town of Granada.  While we were walking through the neighborhood known in Spanish as "barrio", one of the families living there offered us mangoes from their tree. This family insisted that we have some of their mangoes and they invited us into their front yard area. Each of us had one and then they sent us off with a grocery bag full of more mangoes.  This poor Nicaraguan family that had little to give was so generous with what they did have and they showed such selflessness and love to a group of Americans that they didn't even know. I was in awe of the Lord and the love he showed us through these people.  What is funny about this story is that my ministry team had not gotten used to our name yet, so at the time we did not remember our name and the relation this story had to it.  It was exciting the next day when we all realized the unique symbolism that the experience we had in the barrio had for our team and then the name stuck from then on since it was so fitting and meaningful to us.