it’s a bit like saying can an atheist go into church.
of course we can, but after a while we get a bit bored, don’t know any of the lyrics, laugh at the children who misbehave by throwing hymn books on the floor, and others who point with tears and haunted faces at the scary statues and pictures on the walls, wonder why the bloke at the front in a dress is rattling on and on about blood and sacrifices and stuff, have a giggle at the old bird who can’t sing but does sing louder than everyone else (presume this is plus points for godliness), contemplate just how much whiskey the organist has been drinking before and during the mass, then leave quietly and early to go to the pub whilst everyone else is queing up to feast on the blood and flesh of someone they apparently liked.
if this is what heaven is meant to be like, then i'll go the devils arms pub for a couple of spirits.