Aoine an Chéasta

Good Friday - I went with my uncle and Godfather to Bolton Abbey for the 3pm services. I was expecting singing monks, though I'd been there before a few years ago and should have remembered there was no singing in Latin.
I couldn't get my head around the Christ thing. I'm very taken with the idea of God and am certainly trying to "find" Him and make room for a spiritual or religious or greater force in my life and lifestyle. But the adoration of a man was too much. It is claimed he is the son of God, an ordinary person living an ordinary life, sent on earth to redeem all humans. I couldn't take it in. I didn't like the idea even though I've been raised with it.
The sermon spoke of forgiveness which, my uncle had earlier claimed when we spoke in the car, is, in his mind, a central idea of Christianity.