Bearing in Mind that we have no Control whatsoever over what we find sexually attractive, still,

Mightn't poor old, otherwise thoroughly discredited Ayn Rand have been on to something true and valid about ourselves when she said, "What we find sexually attractive is an expression of our deepest values and convictions"?  That would mean, that for many in this world (including all of the known users of an in-house Vatican male prostitition service, and, I confess, me) the object of most profound veneration, admiration and esteem would be--not Jesus but--a Southern European soccer player, preferably of Roman extraction, in his early thirties, with muscular thighs (but I'd also go with a similarly constituted Portuguese or Brazilian Carioca of mm-mm Italian descent).

And what, besides deft footwork, a sense of humor, and a willingness to lock lips with his team mates in recognition of a great save or well placed serve, would we worshippers of a footie Prince of Peace ask that he grant us?--Well, certainly not as much as we would ask of Jesus; hardly more than that he should just relax and be himself, the wonder of physical nature that he is, and let us help him enjoy himself.  Ritual cannibalism and vampirism are not at all on our agenda.