I went to a church yesterday that had all (or nearly all) the world flags hung around the top of the back of the hall. I shall not attempt to defend the percentage of the actual service that I spent craning my head around to look for flags of countries in which I have lived. The percentage was large. (The problem was that they put the flags on three different length poles, so I could only see about 1/3 of them.)
The only one I could see from my seat was
Midway through the service, I found the Ugandan flag way over on the end, and that made me smile.
After the service ended, I walked slowly around the back of the sanctuary, looking up at familiar and unfamiliar flags. I was worried for a moment that I might not recognize Tanzania and Sudan (South Sudan has a different flag, which often flies alone or in combination with the Sudanese flag in South Sudan, so I wasn’t sure I would recognize the Sudanese flag alone). But I found both of them.
The Rwandese flag was outdated. Six or seven years ago, Rwanda adopted a new flag: horizontal stripes of spring green, yellow, and a wider blue stripe with a yellow sun. The one hanging in this church was the old vertical stripes of red, yellow, and darker green with a black R in the center. I suppose it should be expected (I’m sure the flag company doesn’t send out updates every few years), but I was disappointed not to see the real Rwandese flag, which I think is one of the prettiest.
The Liberian flag was hanging directly over the center aisle. I walked out under it. I wanted to reach up and touch it, but, like all the others, it was too high, and I felt a little blossom of sadness and nostalgia. So many things are out of my reach right now.