Last Thursday as I was cleaning, Kara asked to use the restroom. Then she went out. Then she came in again, and went to the sanctuary, muttering something about coming to church but going to hell. Out again, then the third and last time she came in, she took a couple of Lucite booklet holders and turned them around on our info desk in the foyer, making a screeching sound. A couple minutes later, I was still working in the offices when I heard something fall and break. I came into the foyer, to find Kara had taken a flowerpot filled with coffee beans and pens and broken it. She admitted that she had done it on purpose, then helped me clean it up. I kept my cool. Out she went, then that's the last I saw of her. No big deal, we can go up the street to Dollar Tree and buy a new flowerpot--my pastor's wife is a bit of a Martha Stewart clone--and only spend a buck, but still--! She was reportedly here at church Friday, but I didn't see her. She wasn't at church on Sunday.
Our next Encounter night at church will be on Mar. 7th, and the subject will be on spiritual warfare. I hope Kara has left for good, but I'm still going to make a point of remembering where all the fire extinguishers are, just in case. Small wonder other churches have rejected her, and I don't think it's solely about her gender confusion.