Catholic sisters were among those supporting immigration reform and justice for young people brought to the United States illegally as children Feb. 27 at the U.S. Capitol.

Notes from the Field - Its name, "the House of the Good Samaritan," speaks to the fact that it is a place where the hands of others come to support and heal those who were broken. The hands of the four-person nursing staff act as the healing hands of God in Gros Morne, Haiti.

From NCR - Earlier this month, I received a rather nasty email via my website. On the contact form, the sender stated her "Reason for Contact" as "Affronted Catholic." She had been to NCR's website and read my post-election column.

"Black Power is not foreign to Yahweh and Yahweh is not foreign to Black Power. There is a covenant of friendship there. The cause of Justice is and always will be in strict accordance with the Will of God."

GSR Today - I left my desk on Feb. 21 to go talk about the Trump administration's proposal to repeal the Clean Power Plan. It was one of just four public listening sessions held by the EPA in the entire U.S., and it was in Kansas City. How could I live here and not go?

"These young people remain at risk and deserve permanent protection and a chance to plan their futures. Catholic advocates should continue to push Congress and the president to grant them a path to citizenship."

When I professed vows as a Marianist Sister this past May, I joined a community of not just my own sisters (roughly 350 globally) but an entire, worldwide, Marianist community of roughly one thousand Marianist Brothers and thousands more of committed Marianist laypeople.

To follow her vocation, Sr. Mary Nguyen Thi Nhiem endured slave labor and over four decades of religious persecution. Her evangelization to Hmong ethnic people has grown her congregation. She spoke with GSR about her life's work. 

A Brazilian court denied Regivaldo Pereira Galvão's request for a reduction in sentence for his conviction of masterminding the 2005 killing of Sr. Dorothy Stang, a U.S. missionary.

You never know where light will appear. Or when. Early morning I sit at a dark upper window facing a wide park and the slow rise of the next street over. There are five houses in a row ascending the hill.