As I come into the gathering hall before church, it looks quiet colorful. all the low, round coffee tables are decorated with numerous tabletop flag stands, holding flags from all around the world. The flags are part of the months focus on world-wide ministry.
The cause me to smile, because they remind me of my youth. I used to be quite fascinated with flags. I knew the flags of all the nations, even the lesser known ones of Africa. One of my fondest souvenirs was a set of paper flags from the United Nations and a trip there. I remember gluing the flags onto little wooden sticks. They were so treasured that I had them well into adult-hood….in fact, up until the Great Purge of the last couple of years.
Times have changed.
Names have been changed….Upper Volta, Ceylon, Burma.
Countries have gone….Yugoslavia, USSR, United Arab Republic.
And now there are a slew of ‘Stans, a Balkan’s full of little states, new island states.
And a flagging memory for recognizing them.