A church service with the Chaldeans of West Acton
I joined the Chaldeans in church on the morning after the night that the rebels in Syria took control of Damascus. We weren’t in Aleppo or on the plains of Nineveh but cocooned in a warm church at West Acton in London, where a community of Christian migrants from Iraq has settled in recent decades. Many came to this country during Saddam Hussein’s Baathist regime or after facing persecution from Islamists and militias after the invasion of Iraq. We’re linked here to a misty ancient world in which Abraham came from Ur of the Chaldees and the Assyrians came down like a wolf on the fold Outside, rows of bare pollarded lime trees