Welcome to Jahshua Global
Our journey began one February morning in 1980 when Isaac Schaeffer, as a young man, took a step of faith that would change his life forever.
Key Events
October 2000
June 2002
Tyler Texas, traveling and teaching ministry
Start of Father's House Christian Center & Covenant Point Institute Virgin Islands
Jul 2017
Caribbean Missions Engagements
June 2023
The start of Jahshua Global
Jul 2014
New ministry vision recieved
January 1992
Official Launch of Isaac Schaeffer Ministries
June 2023
IPC
-A brief introduction
Hello everyone, I'm Isaac Schaeffer. With God's grace and calling, I have dedicated over 35 years to ministry as a minister and counselor. My wife and I established Jahshua Global, a ministry aimed at reaching the Caribbean diaspora. Throughout my journey, I've taken on various roles, including pastor counselor, career coach, and workshop facilitator, leading sessions on topics like faith, emotional wellness, marriage, and family. By God's grace, I have also authored several books on intimacy, love, and forgiveness.
~Blessings, Isaac.
My Story: A Journey of Faith
It was a dark, blustery night on the Caribbean island of Antigua and Barbuda. The Tradewinds were blowing, and the sky was starless. We drove to Green Bay Hill’s salt pond in our British Ford station wagon. The night air hit our faces, and we could hear waves crashing as we approached the designated beachhead. We turned onto a dirt road across from the salt pond. Our crew got into a small boat and rowed out to meet a large wooden cargo ship waiting for us at a distance from the coastline. We anchored next to the ship and offloaded large bottles of whisky, champagne, Lucky Strikes, Smirnoff Vodka, and other goods into our vessel. When our boat was filled with the goods, we paid the captain and rowed back to shore.
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Back on the beach, we began to load our merchandise into our vehicle. The goods were a little heavy for me, so the team helped to load up our Ford wagon and we sped away. After dropping off the other men, my uncle and I began the drive back to our house. It was four in the morning, and there weren't any streetlights in our village in those days. Everyone was in their houses sleeping as we turned down a dark alley to get to our little rum shop.
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Upon arrival, we struggled to offload everything into the living room. Then, my uncle moved the carpet and opened a door in the floorboards underneath. The door led us to the underground storeroom, where we stashed our inventory of rum, champagne, and cigarettes.
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I was only four years old, but it seems like yesterday. I can still smell the salty sea. I liked being a part of a successful and exciting business deal. I can still see the dark night and our small rowboat. I can still see the shadowy figure of a barge that was wrecked against the corner of the bay. That was the same beach where we would have cookouts almost every Sunday and on birthdays and holidays. It was where the divers would go out into the ocean and return with fish, conch, and other tasty provisions from the ocean. It was also the same beach where, later, I nearly drowned. I recall going down and swallowing water, and then the hands of a family friend pulled me up to the surface. To this day, I avoid beaches without reefs, where the water is rough and unfriendly.
The Green Bay Run
The Rum Shop
Growing up in Green Bay (the village is known today as Grace Green), our little rum shop was my playroom. I loved the music from the jukebox, oldies songs, the shot glasses, and the old men talking nonsense. This is how our business became great and gave me a unique foundation for a future counseling profession. I can remember serving rum at the earliest of years. My uncle gave me a little corner in the Rum Shop to sell groceries. I learned to measure things like rice and flour for neighbors from around our village who came in to buy dry goods. But, from time to time, I would pour out the rum to our customers. One day, my uncle was very sick, so he sent me with our money to the bank. I was only about six years old at the time. My uncle wanted to give me a briefcase, but I refused, saying that people would think I had money and take it away from me. Coincidentally, my grandmother Edith was at the bank that day. When I noticed her, I hid under the open bank table where people sign their deposit slips. I was afraid that she would take the money away from me. She saw me hiding under the big table and called to me in a loud, loving voice, “Uton!” My nickname was “Newton,” but family members would call me “Uton.” Panicked, I expected her to grab the bag with my uncle's money. But she was calling her grandson. I laugh, thinking about my mind as a six-year-old and how I thought I should hide from my own grandmother (in plain sight under the bank’s tall table).
The “man”
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My One Dollar Bill
Years later, I moved to be with my grandparents in Texas. I had quit school, but they made sure I got reenrolled so I could complete my education. One Sunday, I was watching television and saw a "fair-skinned" American evangelist in Africa surrounded by dark-skinned people. The evangelist pleaded for financial help to feed the hungry children in Africa. The message I heard from Pastor Jerry Falwell intrigued me. God began to call me to know Him. I felt compassion to help, although I did not have a relationship with the Lord. I decided to send the only money I had, a $1 bill. I received a pin with the inscription “Jesus First,” which I wore proudly at school.
A few months later, I dropped out of school for the second time to attend the Job Corps Vocational Center. I was put on a bus with a group of students on their way to the Job Corps center. As we traveled, I overheard a young man, James, sharing the gospel story with another student. James said Jesus needed to come into our hearts. The story I heard was like one I heard as a young child in the Moravian church where I had attended Sunday school. I also completed confirmation in the Moravian church but did not feel connected to the Lord or the church. After confirmation, my life of sinning was spinning out of control: drinking, partying, not doing well in school, hanging out with friends my family would not approve of, and immorality.
Disco Dance
During my first week in the Job Corps Center, someone invited me to a bible study at the chapel. But instead, I decided to go to the student disco dance. It was dark, loud, smoky, and jam-packed. Then, I heard the word “fight,” and a brawl broke out. Boys from my neighborhood would never back down from a brawl, and my fight instinct kicked in. However, a gentle male voice spoke to me inside. This voice asked me, “What are you going to do? You can stay and fight or go to the chapel.”
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I felt the courage to walk away from the fight, and I made the difficult choice to walk over to the chapel. It was closed when I arrived, and I was so disappointed. The next week I returned. I took another young man, Doug, with me and told the pastor he needed prayer. This friend was afraid of black people. He had been beaten up by a gang of “black boys.” While Doug was praying with Reverend Jones, I, too, was saying the prayer of salvation. As I repeated the sinner’s prayer, I asked God to forgive me and for Jesus Christ to come into my heart and change my life.
This occurred on decades ago and I have followed Jesus Christ ever since. In my walk of faith, I have experienced a few stumbles, but my life has changed. The scripture has inspired me and helped me to stay focused. “The godly may trip seven times, but they will get up again.” (Prov. 24:16, NLT)
A Bright Light
After that unforgettable day in the chapel, my dark night turned into a bright day. “The entrance of thy words giveth light; it giveth understanding unto the simple.” (Ps. 119:130, KJV). I began to attend a bible study with Rev. Jones faithfully and shared my faith in Jesus with my dormmates and people on the street. I devoured the bible as a hungry man who had not eaten for days. My transformation accelerated my academic learning in class. I became an honor student and quickly earned my high school diploma (GED) in addition to a vocational certificate. God bless me as he did Daniel in the bible. “As for these four youths, God gave them learning and skill in all literature and wisdom, and Daniel had understanding in all visions and dreams. .” (Daniel 1:17, ESV).
In August 1980, while I was still a student, I was called into the ministry of the gospel. It was a deep and abiding witness, a message which floated down into my spirit, “Take the gospel to your people.” That was 43 years ago.
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During an encounter with an Asian American Buddhist, he questioned me whether my God grants me dreams. I replied no. But later, I sought the Lord and had a life-changing experience. As a result, I have been blessed with dreams and visions ever since as part of my ministry (Joel 2:28, Eze 33:1-6).
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I have been married to a wonderful, supportive wife for over 35 years and have the blessing of six children plus grandchildren. I am grateful to have earned a doctorate degree in Community Pastoral Counseling in addition to my Master's in Marriage and Family Counseling. My research is on attachment and forgiveness.
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Today, as founder and president of Jahshua Global, we reach out to people across the United States, the Caribbean, and Africa. Our ministry is an outreach to the Caribbean diaspora in obedience to Christ's mandate to me in August 1980.
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~I am Dr. Isaac "Newton" James Schaeffer
this is my story.
...if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord
and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.
For with the heart one believes and is justified,
and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.
For the Scripture says, “Everyone who believes in him will not be put to shame.”
... For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord
will be saved.”
Romans 10:9-13 (ESV)