Saint Barnabas Centennial (1923 – 2023) – Still We Rise

The Saint Barnabas Church Family will be celebrating our 100-year centennial next year 2023 – themed on Queen Dr. Maya Angelou’s Masterpiece, Still I Rise

We’re planning a series of celebrations befitting of 100 years of surviving and thriving

Save the dates for possible events below:

  • Saturday Feb 18, 2023 – Black History Month Parade – Saint Barnabas Episcopal Church, 1062 N. Fair Oaks, Pasadena, CA 91103
    • Centennial Festival – march in the parade, open house, BBQ, jumper, face painting, music, popcorn, cotton candy, etc.
  • Sunday June 11, 2023 – Saint Barnabas Day – Saint Barnabas Episcopal Church, 1062 N. Fair Oaks, Pasadena, CA 91103
    • 10AM Sunday Service and Fellowship with the Bishop – Home Coming, BBQ, peach cobbler, open house, music, and the most “BEAUTIFULEST” thing you’ll ever see, not just a 100-year birthday cake but a centennial BLESSING cake!

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 (in-person, online, offline and/or Pastoral Care) on our continuing journey of Love, Saint Barnabas Style 🖤