In Memory of Bob Tellier
who went home to be with Jesus October 27, 2010

Bob's life is not over, it is simply changed and he will be spending this Christmas with the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords, his Jesus that he loved and served ever since he invited him to come into his life and received his as his Lord and Savior.

He will be greatly missed by those of us who knew him, loved him, and worked with him to make his vision of Living Stone Foundation a reality. For those who have donated to help us keep his vision alive, the Board of Directors and I would like to personally thank you on behalf of Living Stone Foundation.

We are grateful to each of you for your encouragement through your visits, your prayers, and your financial support and we ask that you continue to support us in the weeks and months ahead. We believe the Lord will continue this work that he began in Bob's heart in 1981 and we give the Lord all praise, honor and glory. He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

Visit to see the journal and many entries of those who left messages during these difficult times. You will be blessed.

-- Carol Tellier

He lifted his eyes to the mountains,
He heard from the voice of his Friend,
He wrote what his Father had told him,
Obeyed him from then to the end

He chiseled his call into letters,
Which cry out from earth to the sky.
He blasted the Word into granite,
Engraved it in hearts passing by.
His hammer laid down by his bedside,
The seeds of his labor now sown.
He leaves us his gifts and his treasures,
He, too, is a Living Stone.

-- Gus and Dale Wheeler, 2010
Bob Tellier, Founder
Bob went home to be with Jesus October 27, 2010.
Prior to becoming involved with stone, I was a public school teacher for 16 years, having received my Bachelor of Science degree from the University of Bridgeport, Connecticut in 1964 and my Master of Science degree from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst, in 1965.

In 1981, I decided to leave teaching, and since I had no plans for the future, I spent the next few months contemplating what I might do for work. My "baptism" in stone began during the summer of 1981 when I decided to construct a fireplace and chimney on the gable end of my home. I had always been fond of stone for its durability and its natural beauty. It did not matter what kind of stone - granite, marble, slate, limestone, and fieldstone - it was all beautiful in my eyes! Following the building of my home in 1971, I had gathered and used various pieces of granite for landscaping. I had not, however, used the combination of stone and cement together.

What I had thought would be a one-year project turned out to be a five-year endeavor and became (unknown to me at the time) a spiritual journey. In essence, a pilgrimage that would result in a born again experience (John 3:3). What had begun as a fireplace and chimney became a labor of love (Hebrews 6:10), and my interpretation of the forerunner of Christ, John the Baptist.

Since I was a boy, I had learned that there was a God. As I entered my adult life, however, my belief in God waned and grew cold; I became polluted by the world and its trappings. I began serving the god of this world - money and sin. No longer did I acknowledge the God of my youth, insisting instead that there was a force whose name I knew not. I would not even whisper His name, that name that was so close to me in my youth - Jesus.

For the first two years on this project (1981-83) I remained adamant toward God. I had stopped going to church, knew nothing of the bible, was not praying nor worshipping Him in any way. I am so grateful that he did not give up on me as I did him!

In mid-1983, I began to experience a thirst for truth, and a stirring in my spirit that I had not felt before. Time and again I began to feel His presence, a whisper in my heart, a beckoning to return to Him. I remember the day I finally acknowledged who was tugging at my heart. It was Jesus! I asked him to forgive me, to come and live in my heart, and to guide me and take control of my life. I did not realize at that time what the magnitude of that request would be! I humbled myself before him and asked that he create in me a new heart. I felt a fire kindle in my heart that would continue to burn for this Living God. The first thing I did was to begin to study the Holy Scriptures and I came to believe that these writings are the inspired Word of God. I began to proclaim the Word, to defend the Word, and to obey the Word. Even my stonework on the chimney took on a different look to what it had been the previous two years. It began to be more orderly and not so abstract. The point of no return is marked by a granite "spur" that protrudes out of the rear wall. It symbolizes my voice crying out for truth, as did the Baptist when he cried out in the wilderness (John 1:23). I had finally found the truth! It rested within that 33 year old man from a small town in Israel - Jesus of Nazareth!

At one point during the second year of construction, I wanted two family names inscribed on the windowsill in the chimney. I hired a monument man to do the job and when I saw how he wrote in stone, I hired him two more times and asked if he would show me how it was done. He then gave me a homework assignment and instructed me to cut out a rubber stencil, glue it on the stone and, using his tools, a compressor and sandblaster, to cut the words into the stone. Thus I had acquired the skill of writing in stone. Little did I know how valuable this skill would become and how God would have me use it.
In September 1986, the capstone, the largest and heaviest stone in the project (3.5 tons), was put into place 25 feet above the ground. The "Baptist" was finally finished after five years of work. Soon after, I called upon some friends to come and help me remove the wooden staging. I remember standing before the structure one day and asking in my spirit, "What now Lord?" I had no work ahead of me, nor did I know what I was to do. The answer was given to me immediately and the answer was, "You ain't seen nothing yet!" I became somewhat nervous at this revelation for I knew not what it meant. As I pondered over the revelation, I finally understood its meaning. If the chimney symbolized the "Baptist" who was the forerunner of Christ, who then should be symbolized on the hill (a short distance away) but Christ himself?

During the following year, 1987, my wife and I journeyed to Jerusalem and other parts of the Holy Land for a 10-day pilgrimage. Upon returning my vision had taken shape and, together with a fire burning in my spirit, I began in earnest to prepare the site where the "Christ" should be erected - some 200 yards from the "Baptist". Thus began the second and final "sculpture" of my life. One would represent John the Baptist and the other, the Christ, and I would write the Word of God upon them both.

I have selected the title "ECCE HOMO" (Behold the Man) for the name of this "sculpture" of the Christ. The translation of this Latin phrase is found in the gospel of John 19:5. I have found many artists through the centuries who have painted or carved this scene of Pontius Pilate presenting Jesus to the mob and have entitled it Ecce Homo. We have chosen this same title as our depiction of the Christ, but in stone.

Since I began construction in 1987, the vision has truly become my mission and the plan is to follow the mission to the end! Laborers from the body of Christ are helping with the work. To me, the real beauty of this mission is that 90% of the stone being used is rejected stone, salvaged from the scrap piles at the quarries. Rejects, just as we once were, who now toil on this project for the glory of God. (Mark 12:10)

"A man's reach was meant to extend beyond his grasp." (Robert Browning, 1855) I believe that, "Each of us was conceived in our mother's womb because there's something God wanted done that only we could do - the way we could do it!" (paraphrase of Jeremiah 1:5) Bishop Fulton J. Sheen once said, "The tragedy in life is not what we suffer, but what we miss." I believe that to miss Christ is to miss it all! Each of us has a star to follow. I am following the Star of Bethlehem. His name is Jesus!

Each one of our testimonies appears in Ephesians 2:1-5,8,9. We can all compare and relate to the parable of the Prodigal Son as found in Luke 15. I thank Jesus Christ every day for the sacrifice He made for me. He died in my place so that I could be set FREE from my sin and from the bondage of "religion". HE IS MY ROCK AND MY FORTRESS AND MY REFUGE. AMEN!

-- Bob Tellier, 2002

May I never boast of anything, save the cross of the Lord.

Galatians 6:14

My God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Jesus Christ.

Philippians 4:19

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

Philippians 4:13