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Angela Buck

Angela was born in Oregon in 1945 and as a child suffered poverty, abuse, street life, alcoholism and the horrors of a mental institution. While in a Nazi concentration camp, Corrie Ten Boom said, "No pit is so deep that God is not deeper still.” In her darkest hour, God came to Angela and lifted her out of her "deepest pit". Soon after a glorious spiritual transformation took place, followed by visitations of angels and visions and a ministry that still continues after thirty plus years. Which proves when God gives you something He never takes it back and His power and glory never diminishes, neither shall His power diminish from off the earth, for His kingdom reigneth forever and ever. Angela’s true story “Angels Walk With Me” and "A Walk In Heaven" which is drawn from a vision she had of heaven have uplifted and inspired readers around the world, and they will truly uplift and inspire you also.

Angela is still being used mightily by the Holy Ghost as an evangelist and missionary. Her anointed preaching and manifestation of the Spirit through spiritual gifts continue. And the books of inspiration that came from her experiences bless thousands more around the world



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Books about angels. Books about heaven. Heartwarming stories of visions, miracles, spiritual experience, hope and faith in Angela Buck's books of inspiration about walking with angels on earth and in heaven. Angels Walk With Me and A Walk In Heaven.


"Same Angel" an excerpt from Angela Buck's book "A Walk In Heaven"

            As we journeyed further, I kept looking at the angel, and each time I did, he smiled. Then I realized there was something about him I couldn’t quite figure out. Twice before, I met an angel with that same penetrating smile that could lift up, even the most downcast soul. 

            “Should I know you?” I asked him.

            “You were just twenty.” he answered, with a kind look in his eyes.

             Suddenly I shouted, “You were the angel that came to my house on Patterson street. At church, the night before, I heard a sermon on entertaining angels unaware, and all that morning, I thought on what it would be like to see an angel. And when I heard a knock at my door, I had this feeling like something wonderful was going to happen to me. I’ll never forget when I opened the door and saw you standing there.”

            Right then he looked at me with that same penetrating smile, and said “And I asked you for something to eat, remember?”

            “Yes I remember,” I said. “And I quickly went into the kitchen and fixed you a sandwich and a cup of coffee and sat with you on the porch while you ate it, just so I could tell you about my experience with God only a few days before. But all the while I talked,  you just kept smiling as if you already knew.  And when I reached down to pick up your empty plate, suddenly I looked up and you were gone and I never saw you again.”

            “Are you sure you never saw me again?“ He said with a wide grin.

            Just then I thought, “That same smile, that same look of kindness that lit up my whole being.” And suddenly I shouted,  “You were the angel on that bus, when I was coming back from a revival in Arkansas, too.” By now, I was so excited, I was nearly out of breath.

            “I remember it so well,” I said. “The enemy had been attacking me for days, almost convincing me God wasn’t with me. And I thought of giving up, when suddenly at four a.m. in the morning, the darkest time of the night, the bus stopped in the middle of no where, and you got on.

            I’ll never forget,” I continued, “What happened when  you turned your face toward me.  It was as if I was looking through a window into heaven, and all the glory of heaven poured out from that window into my soul, flooding me with it’s peace and joy.”

            Suddenly, looking at the angel,  realizing who he really was, I started to bow down and kiss his feet.  But the angel quickly stopped me saying, “It is God that you felt on that bus,  and that made you so happy.”

            How I wanted at that very moment not to go back to earth, where often I couldn’t feel God’s Presence,  and had to walk by faith through desert places. “Oh Lord,” I cried  in my soul, “How long must I wait until I come here to stay, and be in thy Presence forever?”