This is something that might happen if Jesus came to visit.
  
  One day  Jesus came up to a large group of children who were playing outside.  He called out to all of them, “Come! All of you, come to my party!” The children became very excited about going to Jesus’ party.

  Then one of the older boys said, “Wait a minute.  Just anyone can’t go to Jesus’ party.  You have to be   special.  I’ve got a brand-new red bike and I can go a zillion miles an hour on it.  Jesus will let me come because of it.”   So the boy zipped up to Jesus on his bike, slammed on the brakes and said, “Isn’t it a great bike? I can go really fast on it at the party!”  Jesus replied, “So you want to come to my party to show everyone your bike?” “Yeah,” said the boy with a grin.  But Jesus shook his head and said, “That isn’t what my party is about.”   And the boy looked sad and slowly went away.
  
  When he got back to the group of kids, another boy, who was younger, said, “Well, I know how he’ll let   ME go to his party.   He went up to Jesus and promptly stood upside down on his head and said “See what I   can do?  I’ve practiced and practiced!”   Jesus looked at the upside down boy and said, “ You want to come   to my party to show how strong and clever you are?”  “Yes!” said the boy.  “Well,” said Jesus, “that isn’t   what my party is about.”  And the boy flopped over right side up and went away. 
 
  A little girl with a pretty new dress and curly hair went up to Jesus next.  She turned around and around so   he could see her skirt whirl around and then stopped, gave her curls a shake so they would look just right   and smiled up at Jesus.  Jesus asked her, “Why do you want to come to my party?”  “To show everyone   how pretty I am today.  My dress is new, isn’t it nice?”  “Yes,” said Jesus, “but that isn’t a good reason to   come to my party.”  “What!” she exclaimed.  She turned around and stomped off, mad at Jesus.  
 
  As she returned to the group, a boy  said to her, “Of course you can’t go just because you want to be   pretty!  Jesus doesn’t care about how someone looks.  Watch.  I’ll show you what is important to him.”    And the boy went marching up to Jesus and started saying all the things he had memorized from the Bible.   It was a long list, but when he stopped for a breath, Jesus said to him, “ You want to come to my party to   show everyone how smart you are?” “Yes,” said the boy, sure that Jesus was pleased he knew so much of   the Bible.  “Well,” said Jesus, “it’s a good thing to know things from the Bible, but  my party isn’t for   showing everyone how smart you are.” And the boy turned around, feeling very confused. 
 
  When he returned to the group of children, they were getting very worried about how anyone would ever   get into that party.  Having fancy stuff, being strong and clever, being pretty, being smart -surely those   things would be important to Jesus like they were to them.    Then a 10-year-old girl stepped forward,   saying, “I KNOW what Jesus wants.  Just watch me!” She went up to Jesus and started telling him all the ways she was very good and how she ALWAYS did everything her parents asked her to RIGHT AWAY.   Jesus answered when she was done, “It is good to do what your parents ask, but my party isn’t a place for   people to show others how good they are.”  She looked at him, got a really mad look on her face and   stomped away. 
 
  None of the other children could think of anything else that would work.  But Jesus walked up the group,   to a little 4-year-old girl in an old brown dress.  Her hair was straight and not really combed very well.   She was sitting, looking at the ground, when he said  gently to her “Don’t you want to come to my party,   Little One?”   “O, yes,” she answered. “I love being with you, Jesus.   But I’m not pretty or strong or   clever.  I don’t have anything new and my mommy doesn’t have enough money to buy me a pretty dress.   And I’m not smart -- I don’t even know how to read yet!  And yesterday while I was playing, I broke one of   mommy’s pretty plates, and she yelled at me.  So I’m not good at all.”  And she started to cry.  Jesus took   her hand, and gently said, “Come, Little One.  Come to my party.”