This week at school I've had three assessment tests. I'm sure I've done poorly in all three. Why?

We all know that to do our best in such tests, we should attend class and study so we can learn and not need to worry when it comes to test time. But if, like me, you miss class and study time due to illness, you cannot expect to pass your tests.

It's no different in our spiritual lives. We cannot wait until the night before a test to study, neither can we expect to wait until we are in front of God to wake up and follow Him.

The same way that I cannot use my illness as an excuse for doing badly in my test, afterall I'm sure I could have done better if I had made the time to catch up, neither can we make excuses for a lifetime of neglecting God. We cannot say "Well, I had this to do, and that to do. I just didn't have the time, so it's not my fault". The truth is, that when something is important, we can and should make the time for it.

Don't mistake my meaning. If you do develop faith in God, but died suddenly days later, God isn't going to say to you "Well, you weren't there for me long enough, so too bad!". Once you make that commitment to follow God, you're saved, and it's all a learning experience after that.

But making that first step to follow God is where most of us struggle to start. We think that following God means we'll have to sell all our possessions and live like a pauper, or give up all enjoyment. But we don't have to lose any of that. The only things God wants us to give up, are our bad habits, because those habits are genuinely unhealthy for us.

Procrastination is just an excuse for laziness. It's one of those bad habits God wants us to give up. So why not start the fight against procrastination by looking into the most important part of our lives: God.

This article struck such a strong nerve in the owner of this website that it was requested it get added to our Angel Message Archive. He believes it really sends a message as to looking at yourself and your own dispositions to try to understand yourself more. Not only that, but to try and surpass common problems and pitfalls that many people put themselves through. It's from CNN, and we hope you enjoy.

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Poignant, tragic, funny, outrageous - most of us have at least one story we tell (and retell) to explain our emotional bruises. But there's a big difference between understanding the past and being stuck in it.

Self-pity, a dominant characteristic of sociopaths, is also the characteristic that differentiates heroic storytelling from psychological rumination. When you talk about your experiences to shed light, you may feel wrenching pain, grief, anger, or shame. Your audience may pity you, but not because you want them to.

Obsessing aloud, on the other hand, is a way of fishing for pity, a means of extorting attention. Healthy people instinctively resist this strategy. When you grieve, they will yearn to comfort you. When you demand pity, they will yearn to smack you.

All day, I've been telling stories to evoke my own pity, and it's working. Partly. The unhealthy part of me, the world-class codependent, is just mesmerized. "Oh," she cries, "you poor darling! Tell me that sad story again - the first 400 times didn't do it justice!" The healthy part of me finds this annoying: "Oh, for God's sake," she says, rolling her eyes. "Could we please stop the drama and get on with our life?"

The healthy part of me is such a heartless *.

On the other hand, she's got a point. Compulsively examining my stories never works for me. I keep sinking into sorrow (self-inflicted though it is) until it occurs to me that I will drown unless I can drag myself out. This can be difficult, but after decades of practice, I've created a sort of verbal tree limb I can grab in a pinch: Am I presently learning the truth about my life's work?

If this sentence sounds a little vague, that's because it's actually a mnemonic code. Each phrase reminds me of a concept that helps me escape the marsh: being present, learning continuously, seeking truth, and committing my energy to my real life's work.

Become present

I just met with a client I'll call Kristin, an energetic self-pitier. We were discussing her desire for a promotion when her gaze dropped and her voice took on a timbre both sorrowful and weirdly practiced, as though she were reciting a very depressing Pledge of Allegiance.

"You know," Kristin said, her eyes welling up, "my mother never let me talk back to her, never really listened to me." Her chest began to heave. "My therapist says she may as well have been deaf." She dissolved into tears.

"Oh," I said. "So, are you going to ask for that promotion?"

"She never listened!" Kristin repeated, sobbing, her hand on her neck. "My astrologer says it totally blocked my throat chakra!"

"Kristin," I said, "Look at me, please."

She didn't want to. I insisted. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Reluctantly, like a dog dropping a stolen ham, Kristin raised her eyes and looked. "Three," she said. Her tears dried up. She seemed disappointed. The story-fondling thing had been going so well. "Kristin, can you see that your mother isn't here? Can you hear that you are able to speak? You're a full-grown woman, with a functioning larynx, who wants a promotion. Full stop."

I call this anchoring, establishing a simple, physical, factual connection with present reality. Try it for yourself, right now. Look around you. Listen. Touch your hair, the floor, this page. Whatever happened 10 years ago, whatever happened 10 minutes ago, is not your present concern. Neither is what will happen in another 10 years, another 10 minutes. This moment is all you have to worry about. Narrowing your attention to this point is your reconnection with solid ground.

Never stop learning

Getting bogged down in old stories stops the flow of learning by censoring our perceptions, making us functionally deaf and blind to new information. Once the replay button gets pushed, we no longer form new ideas or conclusions - the old ones are so cozy. But becoming present puts us back in reality, where we can rigorously fact-check our own tales.

Try dredging up one of your favorite stories - maybe a classic like "I'm not good enough." Treat it as a hypothesis. Research it. Is there any evidence that contradicts it? Have you ever, in any way, even for an instant, been good enough? You may need to ask someone for coaching at first.

Evidence that contradicts your hypothesis will be hard for you to see, while to an objective observer, it's obvious ("Well, you’re good enough for me, your dog, and everyone down at the bingo hall, you dumb cluck"). However you get to it, the moment you absorb a fact that disproves your hypothesis, you're half out of the mire.

Insist on the truth

Whatever terrible things may have happened to you, only one thing allows them to damage your core self, and that is continued belief in them. Kristin's mother may have been Stalin in a bra, but by the time Kristin got to my office, what was silencing her was the conviction she'd formed during interactions with Mom: "It's no good to speak up; no one will ever hear me."

Kristin couldn't redo her past, but she could change that belief. In fact, the loop she replayed in her head was the one thing standing in her way, since evidence disconfirming her hypothesis was everywhere. Lots of people listened to Kristin. Once she acknowledged that, she couldn't be a tiny victim, waiting haplessly for her chakras to open. She was just a woman with a scary job to do. I know how much this realization bummed her out; it always bums me out. But then, it's also the doorway to freedom.

Put all your energy into your life's work

The moment you lift your gaze from your old stories, you'll see your life's work. I don't mean a gilt-edged proclamation from God, describing every step you are to take for the rest of your existence. I mean the next step, which is usually very small: Ask for the promotion. Pick up the kids. Take a nap. Then take the step that comes after that.

From time to time, as you continue along, a Big Dream will coalesce out of the swamp fog. The way forward is to shake the quicksand off your feet and take one small step toward that dream. Trust me, it will be all you can do.

Taking things step-by-step means working - working hard, working scared, working through confusion and embarrassment and failure. I've met many people the world thinks of as "lucky," and all of them operate this way. I've come to think that the main purpose of rumination is work avoidance. Dwelling endlessly on the past keeps us from the wild, exhausting, terrifying tasks that create our right lives.

When I become a little more ruthless with myself and a lot more present in what I have to do, I see that writing a humble column is my next step - and I have writer's block.

I'd love to enter therapy and figure out why, but I don't have that kind of time. Instead, I'll focus on a saying from the Ojibwa tradition, one that deserves the attention I customarily lavish on my problems: Sometimes I go about pitying myself, and all the while I am being carried on great winds across the sky.

Two years ago, I had attended a Seventh Day Adventist church with my cousin. This was both of our first time to this particular church; sevice had just ended and everyone was heading over to a connected building for brunch afterwards. What makes this day memorable was what someone had said to my cousin while she was getting water for both herself and me.

"You're going to need a lot of that where you're going," he said sternly, while eyeing both of the cups in her hands.

What gets me each time I think about this is that this man did not know either of us. He has never met us or taken the time to introduce himself and get to know us "sinners". Because we were new to the church, we were automatically damned to hell. It didn't offend me. However, it did strike me how narrow minded the man was. I am also aware that this man does not represent the church itself, but he is unfortunately one of many people who are under the common misconception that Jesus is for those people who are righteous.

I am a big fan of my father's sermons, merely for the point that I know and trust my father to give out the message without compromising it with hubris. I can trust what comes out of his mouth because I have been there when he was struggling and I'm still here while he is letting God into his life. I remember thinking about what happened at the Seventh Day Adventist church when he had told me how weird it is that people forget who they were and what they were delivered from.

'While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew's house, many tax collectors and "sinners" came and ate with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and 'sinners'?"
On hearing this, Jesus said, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. But go and learn what this means: 'I desire mercy, not sacrifice.' For I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." '

-- Matthew 9:10-13.

It is surprising how quickly people forget what they were saved from. It is also surprising how many people would condemn their fellow brothers and sisters who are seeking the same solace from Christ. Jesus says it best himself,"I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." My challenge for this month of June is to remember my roots and where I come from. Remember what iniquities you've had to overcome in your life and reach out to someone who suffers the same. '

"I desire mercy, not sacrifice." What does this mean for you?