In my early twenties, just after graduating from college I attended church nearly every weekend for about a year something was missing from my life and I thought that maybe I would find it there. I didn't and for the most part it's rare that I attend mass with any sort of regularity or at all. When I do go, it's because of one man, because of the messenger rather than the message. That messenger is Father Leon Alexander. Maybe that's the wrong reason for attending, but hearing Father Leonpresent his weekly homily never fails to make me believe that I'm in the right place. Regardless of whether or not it's for the right reasons, it feels right to me. I read in today's paper that Father Leon will be leaving Blessed Sacrament, my home parish, in June. He will be replacing a retiring priest in Morgantown. I'm sure he's unaware and I'm not even sure he'd recognize me if I passed him on the street, but he's had a positive impact on my life, a powerful impact on my life and I respect him immensely. There are not many men, or people even to whom I can express that regard. Father Leon is the heart of our parish, but his impact is further reaching than the 500 family church in South Charleston. I'm saddened that we'll be losing such a great man and I hope that his new parish knows how lucky they are. I'll attend mass tomorrow and, with good effort, I'll be there every Saturday or Sunday through June. Maybe it's not for the right reasons, but it feels right to me and I think that's what matters.