I’m still crawling through NTW’s The Resurrection of the Son of God. It continues to get better the farther I read. The fragment of Updike’s poem is from the epigraph of the last section of Wright’s book.
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.
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.