Making a serious point with a silly song

In discussing the Christian life the other day, my brain was inspired to use the example of brave Sir Robin.

Bravely, bold Sir Robin rode forth from Camelot
He was not afraid to die, O brave Sir Robin!

It starts off easy. While chrism is still wet, you can shrug off all kinds of trials: the guy who cut you off on the freeway, the tone-deaf guitars at Mass, and so on. The words of the saints enfold you in a golden glow of triumph.

He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin

Then the stakes are raised. Maybe your car dies. Ok, so now you can get some practice in poverty while you eat ramen and take the bus. The saints keep singing about the glory to come.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed into a pulp
Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken
To have his kneecaps split and his body burned away
And all his limbs hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin

Maybe a loved one dies, and now you have to give that aspect of Providence the same loving acceptance that you gave to the guy on the freeway. You're starting to get tired of the saints yammering in your ear.

And now there is a giant on your path to sanctity, booming at you: "Who are you? What do you want?"

What are you going to tell him? "J-j-just t-t-t-to p-pass through, g-g-g-good sir knight." ?

My point:

The thing about sanctity is that the more God wants you to have it, the more you feel just like Sir Robin: not at all brave, just generally appalled, and perhaps mistaken for Sir Lancelot. :(