I read the story of a Hasidic rabbi renowned for his piety. He was unexpectedly confronted one day by one of his devoted followers. In a burst of feeling, the young disciple exclaimed “My master, I love you!”

The rabbi looked up from his books and asked his fervent disciple, “Do you know what hurts me my son?”

The young man was puzzled. Composing himself he stammered “I don’t understand rabbi. I am trying to tell you how much you mean to me, and you confuse me with irrelevant questions.”

The rabbi replied, “My question is neither confusing or irrelevant, for if you do not know what hurts me, how can you truly love me?”

Who do you love?

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