Gifts to the Lord

​Gifts to the Lord 

“If someone dedicates, to the Lord, a piece of his family property, its value will be assessed, according to the amount of seed required to plant it—fifty shekels of silver, for a field planted with five bushels of barley seed. If the field is dedicated to the Lord, in the Year of Jubilee, then the entire assessment will apply. 

But, if the field is dedicated after the Year of Jubilee, the priest will assess the land’s value, in proportion to the number of years left, until the next Year of Jubilee. 

Its assessed value is reduced each year. 

If the person, who dedicated the field, wants to buy it back, he must pay the value set by the priest, plus 20 percent. 

Then the field will again be legally his. 

But if he does not want to buy it back, and it is sold to someone else, then the field can no longer be bought back. 

When the field is released, in the Year of Jubilee, it will be holy, a field specially set apart, for the Lord. 

It will become the property of the priests. 

“If someone dedicates, to the Lord, a field he has purchased, but which is not part of his family property, the priest will assess its value, based on the number of years left, until the next Year of Jubilee. 

On that day, he must give the assessed value of the land, as a sacred donation, to the Lord. 

In the Year of Jubilee, the field must be returned to the person, from whom he purchased it, the one who inherited it, as family property. 

(All the payments must be measured by the weight of the sanctuary shekel, which equals twenty gerahs.) 

Leviticus 27:16–25 (NLT)

Praise be to God



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