AE Housman once wrote a poem:
If in that Syrian garden, ages slain
You sleep, and know not you are dead in vain
Nor in your dreams behold how dark and bright
Ascends in smoke and fire by day and night
The hate you died to quench and could but fan
Sleep well and see no morning, Son of Man.
But if, the grave rent and stone rolled by
At the right of hand of majesty on on high
You sit, and sitting so remember yet
Your tears, your pain and bloody sweat
Your agony, the life you gave,
Bow hither, out of heaven, and see and save.
It has been a favourite of mine for a long time. Housman was an atheist and a homosexual, but these lines hit the spot for me. I remember once reciting them to myself, open-heartedly. And like a meteor from the skies, the Holy Spirit invaded my heart. So I believe the grave was rent, and Christ does sit at the right hand of Majesty on high. For the rest of the Christian religion, I prefer to engage with it sympathetically but philosophically.
Best wishes, 2RM.