My name is Dov Weiss, and I was part of the group of about thirty religious young men who started the agricultural settlement Moshav Komemiyut, in the south of Israel. It was in 1950, after we had completed our army service. I was still a bachelor then. Among the founders was also the well-known Torah scholar and rabbinical authority Rabbi Benyamin Mendelson, of blessed memory. He had previously immigrated to Israel from Poland, and had served as the rabbi of Kfar Ata.

At first we lived in tents, in the middle of a barren wilderness.

At first we lived in tents, in the middle of a barren wilderness. The nearest settlements to ours were several kibbutzim associated with the left-wing Hashomer Hatzair movement: Gat, Gilon and Negba. Several of our members supported themselves by working at Kibbutz Gat, the closest to us, doing different types of manual labor. Others worked in agriculture, planting wheat, barley, rye, and other grains and legumes. I myself drove a tractor. Our produce, which grew throughout the 15,000 or so dunam [nearly 4000 acres] allotted us, we sold to bakeries and factories.

At that time, there were not yet water pipes reaching our moshav. We had to content ourselves with what could be grown in dry, rugged fields. Every few days we would make a trip to Kibbutz Negba, about 20 kilometers distant, to fill large containers with drinking water.

The second year we were there, 5711 on the Jewish calendar (fall 1950–summer 1951) was the Shemittah year, which comes every seventh year, in which the Torah commands to desist from all agricultural work (see Leviticus 25:1–7). We were among the very few settlements in Israel at the time to observe the laws of the Sabbatical year and refrain from working the land. Instead, we concentrated on building, and succeeded that year in completing much of the permanent housing. The moshav gradually developed and expanded, and more and more families moved in, as well as a number of young singles. By the end of the year, we already numbered around eighty people.

As the Sabbatical year drew to its completion, we prepared to renew our farming activities. For this we required seed to sow crops, but for this purpose we could use only wheat from the sixth year, the year that preceded the Shemittah, for the produce of the seventh year is forbidden for this type of use. We went around to all the agricultural settlements in the area, near and far, seeking good-quality seed from the previous year’s harvest, but no one could fulfill our request.

All we were able to find was some old, wormy seed . . .

All we were able to find was some old wormy seed that, for reasons that were never made clear to us, was lying around in a storage shed in Kibbutz Gat. No farmer in his right mind anywhere in the world would consider using such poor-quality seed to plant with, not if he expected to see any crops from it. The kibbutzniks at Gat all burst into loud, derisive laughter when we revealed that we were actually interested in this infested grain that had been rotting away for a few years in some dark, murky corner.

“If you really want it, you can take all that you like, and for free, with our compliments,” they offered in amusement.

We consulted with Rabbi Mendelson. His response was: “Take it. The One who tells wheat to sprout from good seed can also order it to grow from inferior, wormy, leftover seed as well.”

In any case, we didn’t have an alternative. So, we loaded on a tractor all the old infested seed that the kibbutz had offered to us free of charge, and returned to Komemiyut.

The laws of Shemittah forbade us from plowing and turning over the soil till after Rosh Hashanah, the beginning of the eighth year, so we didn’t get to actually sow the seed until the next month, Marcheshvan. This was two or three months after all the other farmers had already completed their planting.

That year, the rains were late in coming. The farmers from all the kibbutzim and moshavot gazed upward longingly for the first rain. They began to feel desperate, but the heavens were unresponsive, remaining breathlessly still and blue.

Finally, it rained. When? The day after we completed planting our thousand dunam of wheat fields with those wormy seeds, the sky opened up and the rains exploded down to saturate the parched earth.

The following days we were nervous in anticipation, but we turned our attention to strengthening our faith and trust in G‑d. Anyway, it did not take a long time for the hand of the Almighty to be revealed clearly to all. Those wheat fields that were planted during the seventh year, months before the first rain, sprouted only small and weak crops. At the same time, our fields, sowed with the old infested seed and long after the appropriate season, were covered with an unusually large and healthy yield of wheat, in comparison to any standard.

The story of the “miracle at Komemiyut” spread quickly.

The story of the “miracle at Komemiyut” spread quickly. Farmers from all the agricultural settlements in the South came to see with their own eyes what they could not believe when they heard the rumors about it.

When the farmers from Kibbutz Gat arrived, they pulled a surprise on us. After looking in open-mouthed astonishment at the impressive, bountiful quantity of wheat flourishing in our fields, grown from the infested seeds they had provided us, they decided to renege on their generosity. They announced they wanted payment for the tractor load of old, rotten wheat they had scornfully given us for free only a short time before.

Even more startling: they said they would file a claim against us at beit din, the rabbinical court, and with Rabbi Mendelson himself, no less! Probably they figured that in a secular court such a claim wouldn’t have even the slightest possible chance of gaining them even a single penny.

Rabbi Mendelson accepted their case seriously, and in the end judged that we should pay them. His explained that the reason they gave it for free was because they thought it worthless for planting, while in truth it really was excellent for that purpose. We were astonished to hear his ruling, but needless to say, we complied.

The whole story became an extraordinary kiddush Hashem, a glorification of G‑d, in the eyes of people throughout the country. Everyone agreed it was a clear fulfillment of G‑d’s promise in the Torah:

And if you shall say, “What shall we eat in the seventh year? Behold, we shall not plant, nor harvest our produce! I will command My blessing to you . . .” (Leviticus 25:20–21)

Translator’s note:

If you are in Israel in the months before Passover, an expedition to the Komemiyut matzah bakery is worthwhile, even if only to see. The quality of their handmade shmurah matzah is famous worldwide.

Translated and freely adapted from Sichat HaShavua #721.

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