empire of angels

This morning, I received a small booklet from one of those people who carry huge cardboard crosses and shout "Believe in Jesus, go to heaven! No faith, to hell!"
I read through it, out of curiosity ('Are these people some new kind of heretics?').
There was nothing special about it - the Gospel was explained in the form of a cartoon, and there was no address or phone number to contact (If they are Mormons or Witnesses of Jehovah, they always give you contact details.).
I stopped by a convenience store to buy a can of coffee and chucked to booklet into a trash can.
I met up with a couple of colleagues at the crossing, and arrived at the office about 10 minutes earlier than usual, at 8:59am. (Wow!)
I'd already made an appointment a few weeks ago with a colleague to have lunch together today. So we went to lunch together. Lunch. A nice little conversation, mostly about work and my plans for the future.
She asked some questions about whether I went to church, and whether my whole family was Christian, and so on. But that's something anyone could ask over lunch, so I didn't suspect anything.
We got up, she paid for the meal, and I said thank you.
Then she started her real message.
We ended up praying together. I'd already said the same or similar prayer numerous times over my life: the prayer accepting salvation and asking Jesus to be the Lord of my life.

There really must be an empire of angels, using symbols, telepathy, oracles, and the like to tell us about things that are going to happen.
Maybe she's just one of those overly enthusiastic Christians that are meant to be evangelists.
But to find one here -- at a workplace where people try not to know each other too much -- was quite a surprise.
She reminded me of a friend I had in high school.. her life was so centered around believing in Jesus and spreading the Gospel, I was afraid she might be taken for some crazy religious fanatic.
Maybe God had something urgent to say to me.

Or maybe this is just pure coincedence, something I will brush off my memory and forget.

Of course I have some mixed feelings about what happened (Was she pretending to care about me just so she could do what she felt an urge to do, when actually she doesn't give a damn? In which case I would be completely pissed)..
But I felt like this is not something I should ignore and forget.

Thus the dreadfully wordy post.
(Of course, someone just gave me work to do and I just remebered thinking I should write about this in my blog.)