I Feel A Little Uncomfortable

A little while back, I attended a service at a Catholic Church. (I'm always vaguely surprised that lightning doesn't strike when I set foot inside, for I am very much a lapsed Catholic. I enjoy the readings and the rituals and the liturgy, and many aspects of the faith; I do not enjoy some of the very terrible history and cruelty and general exclusionary nature of the Church, not to mention the questionable hierarchy and misogyny and hidden abuse and other Issues.) It was a lovely church, with beautiful stained glass and interesting statues. 

One thought, though: why is Our Lord and Savior so... unclothed? How are we supposed to sit in worship with bare-torso-ed Jesus floating above us like that? It's distracting, frankly. He needs a shirt. If I could knit (or even sew), I would make clothes for our Lord.