Do You Know What Hurts Me?

There is a story of a Hasidic rabbi, renowned for his piety. He was unexpectedly confronted one day by one of his devoted youthful disciples. In a burst of feeling, theyound disciple exlaimed, “My master, I love you!”
The ancient teacher looked up from his books and asked his fervent disciple, “Do you know what hurts me?”

The young man was puzzled. Composing himself, he stuttered, “I don’t understand your question Rabbi. I am trying to tell you how much you mean to me, and you confuse me with questions?”

Replied the Rabbi, “My son, if you do not know what hurts me, how can you truly love me?”