Saint Barnabas 100-Year Centennial (1923 – 2023) – Still We Rise

The Saint Barnabas Church Family is celebrating our 100-year centennial this year 2023 – inspired by Queen Dr. Maya Angelou’s Masterpiece, Still I Rise

Saint Barnabas 100 – Still We Rise

We are having a celebration befitting of 100 years of surviving and thriving! Sunday June 11, 2023 – Saint Barnabas Day/100th Year Celebration/Inaugural Church Family Reunion & Homecoming – Saint Barnabas Episcopal Church, 1062 N. Fair Oaks, Pasadena, CA 91103. Please Park in the Jackie Robinson Community Center Lot at 1020 N. Fair Oaks, right next door to the south of Saint Barnabas!

The final countdown has begun… 10, 9, 8, 7… for this Sunday June 11th and our Saint Barnabas Day/100th Year Celebration/Inaugural Church Family Reunion & Homecoming!

We’ve invited many many dignitaries, including our Bishop, all of our past Servant Leaders and their families, Government Officials local, state and federal, but our true VIP’s are the generations of the Saint Barnabas Church Family and our families! It will be a wonderful event, but it wouldn’t be the same without you and yours!

Please spread the word!


Thank you to our ENTIRE Saint Barnabas Church Family and our Extended Church Family for your support in our first t-shirt fundraiser campaign!

We exceeded our goals for this fundraiser campaign with over $500 raised! On that’s Love, Saint Barnabas Style! 🖤

If you would like to order a SAINT BARNABAS 100 – “STILL WE RISE” CENTENNIAL T-SHIRT for only about $35 (depending on the shipping), please see Marco or email

Still I Rise

By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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You are hereby formally, officially and cordially invited to please join us during this our centennial year and beyond (in-person, online, offline and/or Pastoral Care), on our continuing journey of Love, Saint Barnabas Style 🖤