John Updike put it in his wonderful poem :
Make no mistake:
if he rose at all it was as his body;
If the cells dissolution did not reverse,
the molecules reknit,
the amino acids rekindle,
the church will fall.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
Analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
Making of the event a parable,
a sign painted in the faded credulity
of earlier ages:
Let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back,
not papier mache,
Not a stone in a story,
But the vast rock of materiality
that in the slow grinding of time
will eclipse for each of us
The wide light of day.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience,
our own sense of beauty, lest,
awakened in one unthinkable hour,
we are embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.