“So, what did they say about the mangoes?”

Mom was referring to the time she brought some of these mangoes to me in KL. I peeled them and shared them around the office – all gone in barely a minute. They didn’t need to say much.

Some of these fruit had travelled far. But only because we know that season in, season out, its fruit had never failed – always sweet, always firm, always to bring a “Mmmm” out of the taster. And always a joy to be shared.

I suppose that’s what its like to have the fruit of the Spirit.