Y’all Come Go With Us

Papa was reclining on the loveseat and Mama was warming herself by the fire when she signaled their next move with a delicious old saying I haven’t heard in quite some time. “Well, come go with us.” Perhaps you’ve heard this southernism, or said it yourself. It doesn’t seem to be as common as it once was, but “Come go with us,” means the visitors have to be going but they’ve enjoyed the visit so much so that they’d like to take the present company with them.

Granted, it’s a compliment, but that’s not what endeared it to me last week. I liked hearing the phrase again for both the memories attached to it and the sweet analogy it brought to mind. Let me explain.

That saying is synonymous in my mind with my late grandfather, Bro. Marvin Stone. Papaw rarely left our house without saying, “Come go with us.” To my little girl ears, it always sounded like a good plan! I miss that man like crazy and one day, I’ll get to join him and not have to bid any of those I love farewell ever again– which brings me to the analogy I mentioned earlier.

It seems to me to be quite a contradiction for any of us to say we love our fellow man and our God and not share the good news of Jesus Christ to all who’ll listen. To love our fellow man is to want them to know the fellowship of Christ now, and to enjoy heaven together in what Papaw would have called “the sweet by and by.” Just in case no one else has ever invited you to join us, please allow me the privilege, “Come go with us.”

Hugs, Shellie