You go to church without your weapon and get killed by one of those deranged types that do that sort of thing from time to time. You get to Heaven and ask, "God, how could you let this happen to me???"
To which God replies, "Hammer, I gave you a CHL, a Glock and professional training. What more do you want from me?"
I don't care what you believe, that's funny
As for hugs, I carry at 3 o'clock. In the rare cases a hug is coming, I just keep the right arm low, left arm high and force their arm config to miss my glock. If they don't comply, I give them an open hand shove to the chest and....
On a more serious note, I don't know for what purpose God has led me to carry and get trained. It might just be to save a churchload of His groupies someday. Maybe it is just to save my family for the after church meal at Luby's. Do you know?