It’s strange how things start. For Scottish Catholic Magnus MacFarlane-Barrow, the adventure that led to his international charity, Mary’s Meals, began one morning in 1983, when he was 15. His older sister, Ruth, was reading an article about how teenagers in a village in Yugoslavia had seen a vision of the Virgin Mary. Why didn’t they go? Their parents were busy working on their family fishing lodge in Argyll, but Magnus went with Ruth, her boyfriend and their brother Fergus, braving floods, experiencing the kindness of ordinary people, and a sense of deep joy.
Ruth wrote of their visit to Medjugorje in the Catholic Herald and the story spread. One letter came from an American woman who flew small planes in Africa. They exchanged letters then heard no more.
That teenage experience later translated into the siblings’ driving supplies to the war-ravaged Balkans, building homes for Romanian children dying of Aids, and later receiving clothes and food (and soap from Gleneagles Hotel) to send to Liberia.
Then, one day, while chatting to guests in what had become his parents’ prayer retreat, Magnus mentioned the pilot in Malawi, whose letter had stayed in his memory. One guest was astonished. “I know her,” he said. Malawi had a famine; the politicians had sold the grain stores; that pilot would love him to visit. Once there, he met 14-year-old Edward whose father was dead and his mother dying. Edward dreamt of “enough food to eat and a chance to go to school”. That sentence changed everything.
It became the model for Mary’s Meals which would work with each community to provide local, healthy ingredients and get volunteers to cook school lunch every day. Watch attendance at school grow.
It has made an astonishing difference. One fundraising coordinator tells of how she called her great-aunt to tell her she had the job. She hadn’t heard of Mary’s Meals, but her Malawian window-cleaner had. “I would not be here if it was not for Mary’s Meals,” he said. “I would not have gone to school if they had not been providing the meals there. And so I would never have ended up at university here in London.”
MacFarlane-Barrow, still working from his father’s shed, writes simply, modestly and movingly. It is a book full of kindness that stirs you, on every page, to want to be better.