Douglas K. Patton was born on January 18, 1948 in Red Oak, Iowa, the oldest of four children born to Donald and Donna Patton. During childhood, his father worked for several small town newspapers, so Doug spent his formative years living in various Iowa locales. In 1966, he graduated from Abraham Lincoln (AL) High School in Council Bluffs. Doug's college studies were interrupted by a four year stint in the Air Force. Ultimately, he earned a Bachelor of Arts degree from Bellevue University.
On July 2, 1969, Doug married Pamela Sharples, and their family expanded to include two sons. The Patton's have lived in the Omaha/Bellevue area their entire married life. Doug passed away on February 27 in the Bellevue home where he and Pam have resided since 1981.
Doug is preceded in death by his parents. He is survived by his wife of almost forty-five years; his two sons—Chris and Gabe (Angie) all of Bellevue; five grandchildren—Reagan, Tyson, Syres, Ashiyaan, and Aaryan; two sisters, Debbie (Larry) Snyder of Audubon, IA , and Diane (Scott) Frick of Sioux City, IA; and a brother David (Linda) Patton of Jefferson City, MO; and a host of extended family members and friends.
For those of us who were fortunate to share his life, memories of Doug's humorous pontificating on a variety of subjects will long be treasured, but his passion, and zest for life will be richly missed. Doug was a sentimentalist at heart, and he loved deeply. He routinely referred to his beloved Pam as the bride of his youth and his baby doll. And he delighted in his sons—often recounting to friends how proud he was of their accomplishments and abilities. Doug considered his five grandchildren a great blessing bestowed upon him and Pam by God. He cherished his siblings and extended family; often remarking of Pam's inseparable relationship with her twin, Penny, that "I didn't realize when I said I do, I was saying I do, I do."
His resounding voice, and distinctive chuckle will forever resonate with those he leaves behind. Doug had a commanding presence and a great intellect. A prolific writer, Doug touched countless lives through his syndicated column. However, the right-of-center political observer was not a born conservative. Doug's political transition was the result of his spiritual conversion to faith in Jesus Christ in 1975.
In an era of ad nauseam political correctness, Doug boldly proclaimed truth without apology. He wasn't a perfect man, but he served a perfect Savior. Doug was not ashamed of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. As a writer, he knew that it's man's words, not God's that need editing. Doug articulated his beliefs and insights succinctly and with great precision.
As a career, he worked in several political capacities, including serving as the Communications Director
of Jon Christensen's congressional campaign, campaign manager for Brad Kuiper's congressional race, and serving as district liaison for Iowa Representative Stephen King's first term. He was also the founding executive director for the Nebraska Christian Coalition during the mid 90s. Although he was retired at the time of his death, he wrote a weekly syndicated column which appeared in both the Cagle Post and GOPUSA. His column was carried by many online websites and newspapers around the country. He was a regular contributor to the Messianic Times which allowed him to interview people about their faith from around the world. Several years ago, Doug wrote and published a series of Christian children's books, complete with over forty original songs.
Doug enjoyed reading the scriptures aloud to Pam every morning and then discussing the verses. His favorite passage was Matthew 11:28-30. "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light."
Doug lived his life as he knew the Lord required: not perfectly, but humbly and without malice. He forgave those who wronged him and loved unconditionally. He knew what was right and what was wrong and in these things he would not be moved.
He lived like a warrior poet, and now he is free.