I’ve built websites for brands.

I’ve built platforms.

I’ve built ecosystems.

But one of the most meaningful things I ever built wasn’t a company at all.

It was a television ministry.

My dad is Pastor Howard Strickland.

And at one point in my life, I became his videographer — not just as a job, but as a calling. We started a television program together and got it on air in Atlanta on WATC-TV 57.

The show was called Faith That Wins.

And there’s something I need to admit:

I used to tear up and cry while filming.

Not because I was sad.

Because I was moved.

I was sitting behind the camera listening to my father preach. And even though I’d heard him preach my entire life… something about filming it made it different.

It made it real.

It made it sacred.

I wasn’t just his son.

I was part of the mission.

Part of the delivery.

Part of the story reaching people I would never meet.

That time shaped me. It humbled me. It filled me up in a way nothing else ever did.

And here’s another truth:

I never got paid for it.

Not one time.

But it still paid me.

Because the value I gained from serving my dad — and serving God in that way — gave me something money couldn’t.

It gave me identity.

It gave me meaning.

It gave me confidence.

And it opened doors.

I got a lot of video business from that show.

It led me into videography as a fresh start after a season where I was struggling, self-medicating, drinking, trying to escape myself.

And then I used those skills to help another church in town get on television too — same slot, different programming, different voices reaching different people.

That whole chapter of my life was proof of something I still believe:

When you serve with sincerity, you never leave empty.

I loved my dad.

I loved that opportunity.

And when I look back on my story, I realize…

Faith That Wins wasn’t just a show.

It was me learning to win my faith back.