The seats are padded, side doors open to the tradewinds. The main building is surrounded with a side chapel and support structures. A huge floral arrangement in the sanctuary rivals that in any hotel. Greeters at the door hand out postcards and refrigerator magnets. No one surrounding me spoke to me, but we did join hands to sing the final benediction.
Regulars socialize between services at hospitality hour, but a newcomer can feel alone in the crowd.
If you don't bear fruit, you aren't worth very much. Most lean back and listen to the leaders, minister and choir. The preacher tells us that, like the grape vine, there is dead wood here, and gently encourages people to participate and contribute. The pulpit at the top of the stairs is the showiest feature in the pillared space. It's a peaceful, comfortable hour.